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| Hash Number: | 1299 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1299 - The "Gen Z" Hash |
| When: | June 12, 2019 |
| Where: | Battery Park, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Little Pumper Shuttlecock | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1299, The "Gen Z" Hash When: Wednesday, June 12, 2019 at 6:30pm HST Where: Bull Hill near Battery Park in New Castle, DE Who Hare: Dirty Little Pumper and Shuttlecock featuring Just Genny What Else: I'm not sure how many narcs live in this area so be mindful of your beer, we're going to be meeting at some picnic tables near the water. Friendlies: Dogs allowed for trail and apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 141 East/New Castle. Go past the airport, Rt. 13, and William Penn High School and take a left onto Rt. 273. Then bear right onto Delaware Street into Old New Castle. Park on 2nd Street (or wherever) and head north along 2nd Street until you see a "hill" and/or hashers. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Closing Time Cousin It Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Does It All F6 Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Purple Haze Rug Burn Shuttlecock Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1299 So, most of the slobbering pack met up in an unmarked parking lot near a big hill somewhere in Old New Castle, DE on a pleasant, partly sunny-ish, low 70-ish degree evening of Wednesday, June 12, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Woody, NecroPheelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Do Me On the Beach, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Spit Bucket, Slut Master, Mary Fucking Poppins, Dirty Wet Pussy, Rugburn, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Groper, Does It All, F6, Closing Time, Magic Carpet Ride, Purple Haze, Just Justin, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Perfect Woman, Tits of Steel, Just Emma, Cousin It Wishboneher and . . .? Our hares for today were the millennial or “Gen Z” (whatever that means) contingency of Dirty Little Pumper and Shuttlecock, who recruited his girlfriend Just Genny as a hare, though she had never officially hashed before and was probably trying to forget meeting us at the apres’ of DWP’s birthday trail last year. Since no official address was given to the starting point, it was no surprise that many hashers were seen milling-about in their cars, looking confused until Shuttlecock appeared on the corner of 2nd and Delaware Streets and told us to look for Just Genny (whom most of the pack had never seen) by the unmarked parking lot near the big hill. As suggested by us confused wanks, Shuttlecock drew a gigantic true-trail arrow in the intersection pointing down 2nd Street hoping most would pull their heads out of their asses enough to see it. Not only was there this little hiccup, but apparently a tractor-trailer accident had turned I-95 into a parking lot, prompting Spit Bucket and Wishboneher to phone-a-friend in the attempts of delaying the start just a little. And so, as more of the wanks eventually found their way to our elusive location, some local residents gave us the stink-eye whilst we enjoyed some sudsy beverages taking in a lovely view of the Delaware River. Time ticked by, but no RA’s appeared, so once it became 6:45-ish, MFP stepped forth to whore himself out as proxy RA and instructed the hares to explain their marks. Shuttlecock had laid-down the usual flour blobs, some checks and falses and a mysterious “TS” that did not stand for tequila shots, but instead we were told was a “tit stop.” It was further declared that Skidmarks’ tits were allowed to cum out at said stop. Though the most important mark was missing, Shuttlecock assured us that there was indeed a Beer Near out there somewhere. And so, just as Perfect Woman and Tits of Steel rolled-up, the pack followed the true-trail arrow off onto the precarious brick and cobblestone pavement of Old New Castle. On-On! We Head-ed toward the heart of Old New Castle where we picked-up Spit Bucket along the way, who ended up screaming at a driver for running a stop sign and causing Mr. Bucket’s life to flash before his eyes. We later found out that said diver was Smells Like Hash Spirit, who was just trying to fuck with Mr. Bucket a little. On-On! And so, we made our way down Delaware Street, past Hash Spirit’s place of business and got hung-up on a few checks here and there. We found marks mostly on trees, which eventually took us out to Route 9 where we veered off past the cemetery, leading us toward a fenced-in industrial area where we spotted the “TS” mark, which some hashers, including Skidmarks participated in. On-On! Shortly after banging a right into a buggy trail area, we came upon the not-forgotten Beer Near with a cooler in a little red wagon waiting for us. Though temped we were to drag it away, we instead took some beers back out to the “TS” to avoid the bugs and view some additional public nudity whilst we again speculated as to how long it would take the FRB’s to arrive. Here we were joined by the late-cumming Cousin It and Wishboneher who definitely needed a beverage by then. It was also surmised that Dirty Little Pumper, Just Emma, and Just Genny who were supposed to be sweeping, were lost somewhere or more-likely making out in an alley. On-On! So once we had our fill of swill, we Head-ed back down the trail, banged a right back over the damn dam toward Battery Park and eventually arrived at the unmarked parking lot from whence we had cum whilst a couple of the FRB’s searched in vain for an On-In mark. Assuming this was indeed the end, we waited for the other wanks to drag-ass back in so our presently-present RA’s, Wishboneher, and Spit Bucket could run circle. And so, the hares were called into circle to drink for their shitty trail, terrible directions, and pack abandonment. Pube drank for FRB and though he was a hare, Dirty Little Pumper declared himself DFL. Instead, Just Emma was made to drink for this and also drank along with Just Genny and Just Justin for being virgins. Smells Like Hash Spirit and Just Justin drank for auto-hashing since they had skipped trail to attend to the more important food prep and Hash Spirit was also praised for nearly running over Spit Bucket. A majority of the pack drank for interuptusing and Lost Penis drank for this being the 10-year analversary of her naming. And once Woody was given the OK, the hash went in peace. Following circle, we Head-ed over to the lovely restaurant of Hash Spirit, Sonora, where Just Justin had prepared us a lovely spread of scallop ceviche, veggies with hummus, wraps, fries, chips and dessert tart thingies. We enjoyed some more brewskies whilst ‘trying’ to respect the noise ordinance on the patio and all in all in was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1300, DWP’s birthday trail this Wednesday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |