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| Hash Number: | 1088 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1088 - It's a DIRTY Birthday Hash!!! |
| When: | June 24, 2015 |
| Where: | Creekside Rd in Christiana Hollow off of Walther Rd |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1088, It's a DIRTY Birthday Hash!!!! And every one knows what that means When: Wednesday, June 24, 2015, at 6:30pm, HST Where: Back end of Creekside Rd in Christiana Hollow off of Walther Rd Who: DirtyWetPussy and Skidmarks D'erections: Oh so many ways to Go! Coming from the Wilmington area take I-95 south to exit 3 (Rt. 273 east toward Dover ) turn right on old Baltimore pike, go about 1.5 mi and turn Left on Walther Rd. Turn right into Christian Hollow. At the stop sign turn right. That is Creekside Rd, follow it done till you see hashers. From Newark you can take Rt. 896 or Rt. 72 to Old Baltimore Pike, turn left (as if to go to the mall or Rt. 273). Few miles up, Walther road is on the right. From there turn into Christian Hollow. I will pull a google address to ad. Because I totally feel I already have Everyone lost. Dog/Kid Friendly: Most likely not. If you chose to bring I am not responsible for them if the get lost or eaten by the lions or snapping turtles. Dry Bag / PI: Good chance both will be needed. Their is a outside shower for clean up after trai if you feel the need. Bring your chair for around the fire What Else: It is a Dirty bday trail so bring the essentials: bug spray, ivy block, water wing, grappling hook, flashlight, whistle, machete. Oh and an appetite! On-On. Disclaimer: Some times the hare lies ... and some times not. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Butthead Circle Jerk Cousin It Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Fast Eddie Kum On Inn Lost Boy Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins Tits of Steel Trail Order Bride Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1088 So, the slobbering pack met at the ass-end of Creekside Road in Christiana Hollow somewhere in Newark, DE on a warm, pleasant low 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, June 25, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Skidmarks, Just Dillon, Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Do Me On the Beach, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Asshopper, Necropheelmeup, Pubeheateher, Perfect Woman, Wishboneher, Lost Boy, Butthead, Spunk Monkey, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dirty Little Pumper, Magic Carpet Ride, Woody, International House of Virgins, Tits of Steel, Lost Penis, Cousin It, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver and . . .? Once again it was the annual Dirty Wet Pussy’s birthday hash. Thus, we were instructed to come equipped with the usual: bug repellant, poison ivy block, body armor, steel-toed boots, machetes, scuba gear, night-vision goggles, floatation devices (boobs not included), flares, adrenaline shots, and immunization boosters. Wishboneher shocked us all by dressing in her whore’s uniform of yellow ribbons and fishnets, sure to come out with nary a scratch, while others attempted to cover their delicate nether-regions in anticipation of potential flesh-eating bacteria encounters. Skidmarks, serving as co-hare and RA started us off by explaining the chalk marks while the pack parted several times to allow passing cars to smear through them. We were instructed to watch for a check-back and a dog check?? Wait, no — that was a dick and tits check (must’ve been smudged by the cars) that we were told we could not pass until we played the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” game. Well, on that note ... On-On!Marks led us into a trail adjacent to the neighborhood from whence we came and we encountered some checks along the way. Apparently the pack had taken their vitamins, as no one got too stupidly lost, much to the chagrin of the Hares (they would get their satisfaction later). The pack was duped into lackadaisically enjoying this lovely trail portion up to the first beer near, but they did not linger long as some had their spidey-senses about them and determined that it was time to charge into battle. On-On!And battle we did through tall reeds, cattails, stinging-nettles and all sorts of sharp grass. In this portion, the smarter, more delicate hashers lingered at the back of the pack to allow the foolhardy, dimmer RFB’s to plow the way looking for “new ribbon” … not “old ribbon,” which confused the wounded wildebeests into circling and staggering upon each other, hoping to avoid being taken down by the rogue foliage closing in upon us. On-On!Then … trail got even better as our promise of a swim was fulfilled. One step, two step, up-to-armpits-in-goo step. Yes, there was the option of trying to balance on the precarious fallen trees and mud or plunge right into the shit-smelling, typhoid/malaria-breeding water. Most eventually realized that option B was inevitable and we all accepted our fate that we had agreed not to sue H4 for potential dysentery treatments. On the bright side, there was a second beer near across an expanse of shit quicksand to cleanse our petri-dish palates. Thank god that beer kills all microorganisms, ‘cause that could really be ... On-On!Following the beer stop, DWP collected all electronic car keys in a plastic bag, which could only mean more “swimming.” And swim we did through Sewer Run-off Creek until at last we crawled up (or got dragged up) a muddy bank in time to reveal some body parts before being allowed to move forward. Later it was determined that somehow all of the women, including Perfect Woman flashed their stuff, but somehow the rest of the dicks shriveled up and hid, no doubt due to the shrinkage-inducing water. Not sure yet if this was a good or a bad thing, but on a positive note, an arrow was soon discovered pointing to an “On In” which no one saw. No matter, trail was over and it was time to give sludgy hugs to all of the pussy-ass auto-hashers who greeted us at the end. Penalties and awards were dished out and songs were sung, led in great voice by our illustrious RA, Wishboneher. The Hares, of course drank for laying a most triumphantly shitty trail and we gave DWP a big “Fuck You!” for her birthday. Somehow DWP managed to fall 3 times during trail, but it seemed that pretty much everyone drank for some sort of hash crash, blood on trail, near drowning or bite from poisonous mutant swamp-water creature. Trail Order Bride’s pants were shredded into ass-less chaps, so pretty sure we’ll be seeing those again. Auto hashers included Woody (wait, was there water?), Do Me, IHOV, Tits of Steel, Lost Penis, Cousin It and a special appearance from Weird Al and Bumpy Beaver who thankfully continue to recover and drank some down-downs to reassure us that they are indeed cuming back! Spunk Monkey drank several times for finally showing up to trail, as did all who flashed body parts. And last, but certainly not least …Kum On Inn drank for her exploding pad. A word to the wise: when the end of the month rolls around and you find yourself on a Dirty Wet Pussy trail, it may be best to take your chances with things going in your dirty wet pussy, rather than all over it … amongst other things … and that is all that need be said about that! Following circle at DWP’s house, we all enjoyed an elaborate, savory feast of Indian food and Fireball jello shots. All-in-all it was indeed, another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1089 this Wednesday. On! On!Necropheelmeup | |