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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1096 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1096 |
| When: | Aug. 19, 2015 |
| Where: | Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher Smells Like Hash Spirit | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1096 When: Wednesday, August 19, 2015, at 6:30 HST Where: Brandywine Springs Park at the intersection of Faulkland Road (Rt. 34) and Newport Gap Pike (Rt. 41), Wilmington, DE Who: A multitude with assistance from Cribsnatcher and Hash Spirit Dog Friendly: Yes Overachiever's: Not so D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 141 exit towards Newport. Go to Rt 2/Prices Corner and take west exit onto Rt 2/Kirkwood Highway. Go about a 1/2 mile to Rt 41/Newport Gap Pike and go right/north. At 2nd light take a right onto Faulkland Rd. Park is right there. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Cock Smitten Cribsnatcher Dancing Fool Dick Fingers Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Kum On Inn Lost Penis Miss Pissylvania NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Senior Sex Toy Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Trail Order Bride Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1096 So, the slobbering pack met onceagain at ye olde Brandywine Springs Park in Wilmington, DE on a sticky, muggy 80-ishdegree evening of Wednesday, August 20, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being presentincluded: Slut Master, Senior Sex Toy, Cause for Blindness, International Houseof Virgins, Cock Smitten, Miss Piss, Yeast Infection, Lost Penis, Skidmarks,Dirty Wet Pussy, Perfect Woman, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup,Do Me On The Beach, Bumpy Beaver, WeirdAl, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Woody, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cribsnatcher, Smells Like HashSpirit, Dick Fingers, Just Sara, Just Kevin, Butt Lite, Dancing Fool and . . .? Our hares for the evening were noneother than our founding father, Cribsnatcher who was celebrating his 29thbirthday for the 50th time, with culinary and immoral supportprovided by Smells Like Hash Spirit. Thankfully, Crib penciled us in and eventually graced us with his presenceto begin the shit-show by throwing down some marks for chalk talk large enoughfor himself and other potentially visually impaired park dwellers toperuse. RA, Skidmarks asked that Cribexplain said marks to the two virgins Crib had made to cum this evening, so heeloquently grunted, “Follow some flour!” “Some flour” included a huge BJ (everyone needs at least one on theirbirthday), some checks, check-back and a beer near which he said could be oneor two (obviously depending on how fast he felt like moving). He then made us repeat the first rule ofhashing to remind us that there are no rules and we were off ... like a glacier ... On-On! Since Crib conveniently orhaphazardly failed to point the pack in any direction, Skids fortunatelyobserved that “Hey, there’s marks on those trees over there!” so we went overthere and indeed found trail which led us down a dirt path and into thewoods. Next we came upon some checks,which Cock Smitten and Pube wisely followed in the right direction and wecontinued trail up some steep hills and into the back of a neighborhood. Here the pack wandered around for a bit as itwas unclear in which direction the FRB’s had gone and whether or not they hadadequately scoped out all the checks, which apparently they had not. Finally, we were On Hare with Hash Spirit andbounded through a neighborhood where several locals, including a jogger askedus what the hell we were running from or toward. The answer turned out to be a BJ, whichapparently doubled as a Beer Near (though not marked as such), but Crib’s carwas there with beer in the trunk, so no one seemed to mind that. On-On! So, after the BJ which was reallya BN, there was written a CB 4 and we were instructed that we must go back 4checks. Back around the neighborhood wedragged our asses, past the confused locals again, back into the woods, downthe hills and eventually to what was believed to be the 4thcheck. Much confusion, mulling about,trotting hither and yon and gnashing of teeth occurred at this point untilfinally the wankers ventured far enough down the only path that trail couldhave actually gone and found an actual Beer Near in an all-too-familiarspot. But where was the beer? While Cock Smitten went looking for beer thatdid not exist, the rest of us waited for Crib’s car to show up ... then waited somemore ... another minute or two ... fuck it! On-On! Back on trail we went, for all ofus experiencing deja vu knew that the end, and thus the beer, was not far. Up the steep hill and across the ball fieldwe went, once again arriving at our destination at the pavilion. IHOV, proving to be the wise guy of theevening wondered where we all had been, while Crib explained that his lost cellphone had prevented him from providing beer at the actual Beer Near. No worries, for Crib’s cell phone that hadbeen broken in 3 pieces still worked and there was beer HERE. All was right with the world ... and the hash. As we waited for circle to begin,several hungry hashers found Hash Spirit’s peaches too tempting to resist (grilledpeaches, fruit and ice cream) and began to gorge themselves on the delicacies whileour RA demanded that they all shove it the hell down and get their greedy assesin circle. Eventually they reluctantly compliedand the shit-show continued with songs and accusations thrown here and there. IHOV and Cause drank for being first in andDFL respectively, Cause claiming that she could not show her tits because herhands were full of other things, but there will no doubt be futureopportunities. Our visitor, Cock Smittenfrom Pittsburgh drank while Cause serenaded him with a song that no one elseunderstood the meaning of, quite operatically so it’s a good thing there was noglass around. The virgins were properlyintroduced into how classy hashing can be with Crib trying to cut their momentshort with a rousing version of “Them ... them ... fuck them!” (we later sang them a proper virgin song). Pube, Necro, Kum on Inn and Trail Order Bridedrank for doing more miles over the weekend than anyone else had driven intheir cars. There were many interuptuseswho drank for waltzing back into our lives after who knows how long. Somehow there were no crashes or blood thisweek as Dirty Wet Pussy somehow remained upright. Finally, Crib drank OJ for having beer at theBJ while having no beer at the BN, with stunt liver services provided by HashSpirit. Following circle, the pack was atlast able to feast, and feast we did on a literal gourmet menu of grilledsalmon, fruit salad and potato salad lovingly provided by Hash Spirit. It was a fine aprèsindeed, but of course, another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1097 this Wednesday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |