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| Hash Number: | 1075 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1075 |
| When: | March 28, 2015 |
| Where: | 7 Appleby Lane, Landenberg, PA |
| Hares: | Mary Fucking Poppins Nucking Futz | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1075 When: Saturday, March 28, 2015 AD, at 3:00pm HST Where: The cul de sac of Appleby Ln Landenberg, PA 19350 Who: Nucking Futz and Mary Fucking Poppins D’erections: For you old farts, it's deja vu time as we return to the old stomping grounds of a hasher named Rosebutt. For you newish farts, we were here about the same time last year. It's just north of Fair Hill, MD; in PA, off of Strickerville Rd. Easy d'erections but probably not the best route if you want to avoid Main St: From I-95, take the Rt. 273 west exit towards Newark. Follow it for about 8 miles, going on Main Street, Newark, into Maryland. After about a mile in MD, take a right onto Appleton Rd, take it into PA to the first stop sign, take a left onto Strickersville Rd. Go about a 1/2 mile and take a right onto Berkshire Road. Applebly Lane will be on left. Dog Friendly: Trail is dog friendly, Apres Not. Why: Because singing "Happy Birthday!" to somebody Hash Style never gets old. And Nucking Futz is turing 27 this Sunday. I swear! What Else: Next H4 hash is on April 4th. Devil Woman, Mount Me and Toxic Shock are promising a pre-Easter Egtravaganza! | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion's Bitch Butthead Circle Jerk Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Nucking Futz PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Sporto Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Trail Order Bride Wet Lay Wingnuts | Hash Trash |
| So, the slobbering pack gathered in the Cul de’ sac of Appleby lane in the Hamlet of Landeburg, PA, or as I like to call it, northwest Newark, for H4 hash 1075, on the brisk, windy day of March the 28th, 2015 AD, which was definitely feeling more like January 28th for some of us. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Spunk Monkey, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Mount Me, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Wingnuts, The Hasher Formerly Known As Schporto, Bunions Bitch, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Cousin It, AssHopper, Wetter the Better, Wet Lay, Butthead, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Devil Woman, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, and many many others. The hares of the day were the birthday girl, Nucking Futz, who decided again to do it up big, and her partner in this particular crime, for the second time, yours truly, Mary Fucking Poppins. The earlier cummers to this event were treated to some better than average beer, though the late cummers had to settle for the usual swill. Our hopefully soon to be uninjured RA Skidmarks circled us up and Yours truly did the chalk talk in quick fashion. And in no later than 20 minutes late the shivering pack was off. On! On! We went up Appleby lane and banged a left at crossan court, eventually hitting a check almost went no- where but the pack eventually made it to a cornfield and a trail made by eagle scouts going around the property. Through some thorns and a little bit of mud we went, until we came to the first shot stop and enjoyed a round or two of our new staple, fireball cinnamon whisky. The pack was still shivering though, especially Bunions Bitch who was shivering his little testicles off in those shorty-shorts of his, and so they quickly went, barely in time for our usual late cummers, Kum on Inn and Trail Order Bride to catch up. On! On! We scurried up a shiggy-laden hill then ran out of the cornfield onto some asphalt down the road we went encountering a check here and there until we arrived at the beer stop next in the parking lot of the Landenburgh Post office/recycling center/ Municiple lot. We enjoyed our brews and got a break from the wind for a while as we were joined by the auto hashing Skidmarks, Spunk Monkey and Mount Me. After a few we were off again. On! On! Back across Appleton Rd we went and back into another cornfield, which in the middle of, was a not well buried bottle of Kalua, that was also very quickly enjoyed. On! On! We ran out the cornfield and banged a right on Strictersville Rd. Which was basically the most direct path to point A and past the On! In! mark that everyone saw on the drive over there. When we reached point A, we were joined by yet more auto-hashers, including Wet Lay and Butthead. And poor Bunions Bitch, I guess, had to run off somewhere to de-thaw his testicles even though the trail really didn’t go on for that long. Our RA opened circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung, including the much anticipated hash version of happy birthday for the birthday girl. Soon after we adjourned to the Apre’s which was a private room that the birthday girl rented for us in Big Daddy’s kitchen, on New London Rd. In conforming to a certain stereotype the birthday girl did it up big again, and provided us with many pre-meal snacks, including chips and salsa, garlic knots, a veggie tray, fruit, pretzels and those famous nuts of hers. And we had way much, yes way too much to drink, including more fireball, and some real hard whisky, both red wine and white to go along with the usual hash beer. Then arrived the real food, a big tray of alfredo style pasta, Turkey Club Wraps, Chicken Ceasar wraps, Buffalo Chicken Wraps, Veggie wraps and about a hundred other things. In order to follow proper hash edicit, the birthday girl got herself good and obliterated. As drunk as Jim Morrison on the stage of the Whisky A Go-Go was she. So drunk she forgot how to speak English for a while. So drunk she would blow an 8 and not a .008 on a breathalyzer. Yes, to say she was that drunk would be a bit of an understatement. She gave out free lap-dances for a bit, and there was Pube on second and trying to steal third before passing out in his chair.Our host also thought it would be amusing to hurl ice cubes at people. And Butthead in his great wisdom, even though we had enough food for 50 people, brought in a bunch of bananas left over from some bike race he volunteered for that day.Reasoning that it is slightly safer to peg somebody in the face with a banana than an ice-cube, the bananas replaced the ice cubes and a grand food fight broke out.A grand old time was had, but all and all it was another shitty trail.Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1076, the Easter bash, this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |