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| Hash Number: | 1220 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1220 - a Hash, but not just any ol' hash ... a Mount Me & Skidmarks' Birthday Hash (Yes, it's a little early, but why not?) |
| When: | Dec. 16, 2017 |
| Where: | Carousel Park, Pike Creek, DE |
| Hares: | Lost Penis Mount Me Skidmarks | Message |
| WE HAVE TO CHANGE LOCATIONS!!! Turns out Judge Morris Estate allows hunting and they close the trails! Who knew! New Start Location: Carousel Park off of Limestone Road. This is the main parking lot. Near the corner of Old Linden Hill Rd and Limestone Road. Call Skidmarks if you can't find us D'erections: From I-95 take the Rt. 4/Rt. 7 exit north. Follow past Delaware Park, cross Kirkwood Hwy and Milltown Rd. About 1/2 on left make a U turn and immediately turn into parking lot. From Mount Me: Skid & I expect to get down-downs for this, but it's ALL his fault!! Just kidding, Skid!! :-) From the Editor: Hmmm, or maybe put some antlers on them and chase them around the park with Nerf guns or something similar. Or put some antlers on them in the middle of the circle and play reindeer ring toss. What: Hockessin Hash #1220, a Hash, but not just any ol' hash ... a Mount Me & Skidmarks' Birthday Hash (Yes, it's a little early, but why not?) When: Saturday, December 16, 2017, at 3:00pm HST or SHT (That's Standard Hash Time) Who Hare: Mount Me & Skidmarks Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: We are all friendly! Dogs will be ok on trail, but probably not so much at apres! They will have to remain in the car. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Left Tit Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Cousin It Devil Woman Doggie Erectus Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Nip Fuck Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Two Buck Fuck Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1220 So the slobbering pack gathered up at the far end of the Carousel Park in the Pike Creek area of De, on the cold afternoon of December the 16th, 2017 A..D. for the premature birthday hash of two of the hares. Hashers present included” PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Devil Woman, Just Sherri the 2nd, Magic Carpet Ride, NipFuck, Woody, Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie, Two Buck Fuck, Just Mario, Mary Fucking Poppins, Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Doggie Erectus, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Cousin It, Groper, Butt Lite, Cause For Blindness, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were the premature birthday boy and girl, Skidmarks and Mount Me, with help with the food from Lost Penis. After making a mistake with the initial starting point of the trail - The Judge Morris Estate - where we found out hunting was going on, the hares had to start all over again for the second time, as the trail had been pre-laid Friday afternoon just before the big snow storm covered it up. And so we were requested to not run, which is not a hard thing to do for most of us, so that we would not arrive to the Apre’s location before it opened.. And so we enjoyed some brews for a few minutes longer than we usually would, so that we wouldn’t be done to soon, and because included in our choices were many fancy, pricey beers provided by Mount Me, and Cousin it. Eventually our hares were ready for the chalk talk, and yours truly was the RA for the day, and had his usual difficulty herding the cats together so that our hares to warn us what to expect. Some of us already knew to put a greater than usual effort into looking for the marks, which our hares were thoughtful enough to put mostly in the contrasting color of bright orange. Some marks were to be in the form of ribbons hanging on trees. We were also to expect a shot stop and a beer near, and we were told once again to take our time following this trail. And we were warned by Mount Me to be wary of the geese as she who fears no man suffered some harassment by those while laying trail. The arrow thus laid down by Skidmarks we were told had a margin of error at about 45 degrees from the general direction of where the first mark might be found and soon enough we were off. On! On! We ran, walked or rolled down the hill from where we parked and past the pond around and around in a few circles looking for a mark some-where. Eventually one was found on a fallen tree somewhere. After a while, Skidmarks indicated to some of us confused that we should bear to the right and a few more marks we found and a check or two, but not always by the FRB’s who found falses later and did No’s No’s. This worked for a little while to keep the group together as some of us went into the woods than found out that we had to come out again and basically followed the outer perimeter of that part of the park, until we reached a playground where we found Mount Me with the a bottle of blueberry flavored tequila for the shot stop. And so the hashers enjoyed some shots of that while abusing the Native Pacific Northwest American themed playground equipment and throwing snowballs at each other. Well, not exactly as there were some victims of snow ball attacks that were not willing participants in the snowball fighting and bitch about that some of us did. After the bottle was finished Skidmarks indicated the general direction of trail with a margin of error roughly equal to the last time and off again we went. On! On! Trail went down the hill and towards a creek. The trail was literally quite shitty as the path we where on almost had us up to our eyeballs in goose droppings.Soon we found a check that got Woody and Pube lost. Skidmarks showed up again and hinted to us again that the right direction was the one nobody checked. Up a hill we went and into the woods again. We came out to one of the running paths where we saw some very dedicated runner doing laps in shorty shorts. We came up to a parking lot where we found the “BN” mark and hovered there for a few minutes thinking that the seemingly tipsy Mount Me was just running a few minutes late with the beer. After one or two of us had tried out the convenient ports-john, Skidmarks arrived chastising us that Beer Near, does not necessarily mean Beer Here, and so we ran across the street to the church parking lot where we found Mount Me and PubeHeAteHer waiting for us. And so, we enjoyed a few PBR’s in the setting sun for a few. Eventually Woody found us and soon after Skidmarks indicated that there were to be no more marks worth following and that we should go back to the start any which way we choose. On! On! Hashers straggled back one by one by two. Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie and Woody were up in front with Orgy finishing first by a nose. While our usual first in PubeHeAteHer decided to stay back a little bit and help motivate some of the stragglers to finish strong going up the hill to get back to point A. Cousin It, sans the dog this time finished last. As the sun was just about down at this point your RA for the day started circle. The hares drank more than once for the above mentioned mis-calculations. Orgy Porgy drank for first in and Cousin It drank for being last. DWP drank for making a staged hash crash by rolling down the hill after she got back to the parking lot, along with the other two hashers present with the word Wet in their name for auto hashing due to injury. Our interruptus drank as did our virgin Just Mario, who was visiting from significantly warmer California. There were a few barely intelligible accusations that your RA allowed some people to drink for as is often par for the course. And the hares drank at least a third time in honor of there upcoming birthdays, though we skipped the side-side custom as fun as that would have been on a icy parking lot. After circle we adjourned to Famous John’s for the Apre’s where we enjoyed some tasty pasta and salad and vagina cake, along with some brews, which helped us escape the weather and the memories of this literally shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1221 this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |