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| Hash Number: | 1086 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1086 |
| When: | June 10, 2015 |
| Where: | 400 Lenape Way, Claymont, DE |
| Hares: | Kum On Inn Trail Order Bride | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1086 When: Wednesday, June 10, 2015, at 6:30pm, HST Where: Claymont Library, 400 Lenape Way, Claymont, DE 19703 Who: Kum-on-inn and Trail Order Bride Dog/Kid Friendly: Trail yes, apres no. Leash on hand for sections may be advisable. Dry Bag / PI: Probably. D'erections: From both north and south on I-95, get on I-495, take Exit 5 off toward Claymont/Phila Pike. Right on Darley Road. Left on Lenape Way. Library's d'erections. Park, ponder the Dewey Decimal System, and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bee Orgy Butt Lite Butthead Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher eLiterate F6 Famous Jack Fast Eddie Gives It Away Happy Ending Kum On Inn Lost Boy Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Pissticide PubeHeAteHer Senior Sex Toy Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Trail Order Bride Two Buck Fuck Wickwacker Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1086 So, the slobbering pack met at the parking lot of the Claymont Library in yes, none other than Claymont on a warm, pleasant low 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, June 10, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Slut Master, Senior Sex Toy, Just Dillon, Bee Orgy, Two Buck Fuck, Gives It Away, Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Tinsel Tits, Pickle Dick, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Necropheelmeup, Pubeheateher, Perfect Woman, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Pissticide, Cribsnatcher, Wishboneher, Wickwacker, Lost Boy, Butt Lite, Woody, Toxic Shock, Happy Ending, Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Tits of Steel, International House of Virgins, Butthead, eLiterate, Yeast Infection and . . .? Our Hare dynamic duo for the evening was Kum On Inn and Trail Order Bride who in true form, eventually decided to grace us with their presence after much loitering/imbibing from the pack and a suggestion from Happy Ending that he could live hare a trail over to the local cheesesteak shop, if needed. A virgin, Just Dillon took matters “into his own hands” by randomly showing up with no one who made him cum. Our RA, Skidmarks took the reigns and explained the fine art of hashing to the virgin while Trail Order Bride taught us all what a BJ is (apparently being fucked with having to go back several checks, as opposed to just marks). The Hares continued to describe the chalk marks and how we would all be checked and fucked in strange and wonderful ways, so as the attention spans faded away, so did the bumbling pack from the parking lot. On-On!Trail took us out Darley Road and to an abrupt Turkey/Eagle split. Somehow feeling spry and ambitious (or just dim and sheepish), most of the pack seemed to wander onto the Eagle trail into the parking lot of a T-ball game. Parents and spectators seemed nervous as the pack dashed back and forth looking for who knows what ... a lost child? ... a lost puppy? One mark was spotted in the parking lot, however the trail was soon lost and the pack eventually decided that maybe we should all accept our true identities and go back to the turkey trail. Pubeheateher apparently found a mark in the field and almost took out a kid trying to retrieve a stray ball, but eventually everyone regrouped onto Darley Road and found a NEW Turkey/Eagle split. On-On!Trail wound around through some neighborhoods and eventually to the railroad tracks where the pack encountered the “Stand By Me” kids looking for a body (some local yoots dicking-around). At least they didn’t find the beer, but the pack eventually came together at a cooler stashed in the woods up an embankment. After the beer replenished our lost fluids, we were back on track(s). On-On!After the tracks came the shiggy and a mine-field of mud holes under some power lines. Pube was kind enough to take the BJ’s for the team and we were eventually led into a stream of shit-smelling water, no doubt some sort of sewage run-off. “Are you?” kept being called, and yes, it was confirmed that we were deep in Claymont’s toilet. Asshopper decided to keep society at bay by taking a dive into the goo and wearing it as a badge of honor for the rest of the night. Eventually we came upon a tunnel into a rock-filled creek. Woody, of course managed to stay dry while Wetter the Better for some reason decided that moisture was overrated today and proceeded to straddle the wall of the tunnel to avoid the murky depths which others were swallowed by, ok maybe that was just me. Our spirits were lifted at the sight of spirits (shot stop), including scotch, vodka and Bailey’s. No surprise, the pack lingered here for a while to allow the alcohol to kill any potential toxins incurred along the trail of shit. On-On!Some restless and scampering, others lazy and ass-dragging, the pack eventually spilled out of the river bed into the neighborhood and back to the library. Circle Jerk and Fast Eddie of course found their own creative way back, while Fuck-5 held back juuuust enough to let the virgin take the FRB spot. Eventually our songstress RA, Wishboneher got circle rolling once the remaining sloths finally sauntered in. Penalties and awards were dished out and songs were sung. We were informed that one of the Hares was on a pizza mission, so down-downs for the Hares would have to wait. Just Dillon was lucky enough to drink for being a virgin and FRB. Pube was given 3 shots for being DFL, as he was serving as pack-mule by carrying the shot-stop bottles (empty or damn near) back in his FRB beer sleeve. Several people drank for hash-crashing, though there somehow didn’t seem to be any bloodshed. Next came the autohashers, including Pickle Dick who drank with the “hash sleeve” and unfortunately missed most of his face (so much for that clean, dry shirt). Tinsel Tits drank for race wear, sporting a 10-mile run shirt, which some thought should have resulted in her drinking 10 beers. Butthead drank for being Butthead with the hash sleeve, and while resisting others who were “assisting” him in his drinking technique, nearly knocked Tits of Steele’s glasses and nose off her face. There’s a reason why he has his name. Asshopper and Wetter the Better drank for having “ass problems,” which remain unclear and no one really wanted an explanation. A bunch of people drank for peeing on trail to the surprise of small-bladdered Perfect Woman who wondered, “How could you not?” eLiterate was recognized as a local who happened upon the slobbering pack as he strolled through his neighborhood and asked Cousin It, “Hey, are you hashing right now?” Indeed! Turns out he hadn’t hashed since his military days in Korea 10 years ago, but the songs and obscene gestures came back to him like riding a whore ... uh, bike. Finally, after the bullshit accusations were drawn-out as much as possible, Trail Order Bride represented himself and the pizza-seeking Kum On Inn, who was still MIA and drank for a shitty trail, aka trail full of shit. Eventually, the pizza did arrive and the pack devoured most of it while the parking lot lights popped-on to illuminate our feast. All-in-all it was indeed, another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1087 this Wednesday. On! On!Necropheelmeup | |