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| Hash Number: | 1300 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1300 - Dirty Wet Pussy Birthday Bash |
| When: | June 19, 2019 |
| Where: | Christiana Pub, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1300, Dirty Wet Pussy Birthday Bash -- So make plans to go into work late on Thursday! When: Wednesday, June 19, 2019 at 6:30pm HST. Show up at 6pm to partake in some margaritas! Pack will be off at 6:30pm. Even though it’s the third longest day of sunlight, I don’t want to loose any of you wankers in the dark. Where: Christiana Pub, 10 West Main St, Newark DE, 19702, lower parking lot (Peddlers Village) -- apres is no surprise, casa Baker 12 Penny Lane, Newark, DE 19702. Who Hare: Skidmarks and Dirty Wet Pussy what could go wrong??? What Else: It looks like rain, so dry bag might be a good idea. It's a DWP B-day trail, so bring bug spray, shiggy socks (may be some PI), swim gear, repelling gear, headlamps ... don’t be a wanker ... you all have been through worse trails and loved every minute of bitching. And yes for you FRBs, there will even be asphalt. Friendlies: Dogs allowed for trail and apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take the Rt. 273 East exit towards Dover. Take a left at the 2nd light (Browns Lane, the drive into the Boscov Shopping Ctr) and then another right onto W. Main Street. Look for Peddlers Village and the Christiana Pub on the right. Park and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Left Tit Bumpy Beaver Closing Time Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy F6 Gives It Away Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Skidmarks Slutmaster The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Triple A-hole Turd Blossom Two Buck Canuck Two Buck Fuck Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1300 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the lot behind the historic Christiana Pub in Ye’ Ole’ Christiana, Delaware for the infamous, notorious, annual DWP birthday trail on the humid early evening of Wednesday June the 19th, 2019 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point included: Tits of Steel, NecroFeelMeUp, F-6, Closing Time, Jewels of Duhnile, Mary Fucking Poppins, Dead End, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Woody, Slutmaster, Lost Penis, Just John, Two Buck Fuck, Gives It Away, Turd Bird, Two Buck Canuck, Big Left Tit, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, and many, many others. Our hares and bringers of the pain on this day included the birthday girl Dirty Wet Pussy and for the 6th time I heard Skidmarks. Along with some help making the grub at the Apres’ from Kitchen Bitch and supposedly some help with the jello shots from the reluctant just Robin. So the pack hung out in the lot sipping margarita mix from about 6 until a few minutes past 6:30pm until it was time for a long, long chalk talk. Our RA for the day, Wishboneher opened up circle and Skidmarks attempted to explain the marks and what dangers to expect while DWP was on her phone in a futile attempt to explain to a hasher or two who couldn’t make it and didn’t heed the directions where to meet us. A mistake ... Perhaps or perhaps not. At least a turd of the folks mentioned above decided to skip out on the trail part as it is known to all who have frequented this club recently to be one of the more challenging ones and always involves hashing through places that were not meant for a human being to cross. And so after a twenty minute long chalk talk two turds of us went on trail while the others who just showed up for the food headed back to the nice dry comfortable Apres location. The eagles were pointed in one direction and the turkey walkers in the opposite. On! On! The eagles attempted to pick up trail in the near by Christiana something shitty neighborhood but got the marks confused with graffiti and trash. Whilst the Turkeys headed up the end of Old Baltimore Pike going the direction of the mall. On! On! Skidmarks ran with the eagles pointing out this mark and that which none of us could see. Eventually we could see some of them and it took us out to the shopping center and Famous Dave’s. A check was found at the intersection of Browns lane. A few of us eventually found marks up the hill while the rest heeded Skidmarks directions and took a big horse shoe route through some shiggy to get to the same place. However nobody who went on trail stayed out of shiggy forever. On! On! Trail came out to the Pike, where the walkers were found. It cut across the rode past the old, old church and graveyard and took us through some nasty bush for awhiles after that. Hooting and Hollering. Yelling, cursing and screaming went on for many minutes as this person and that got every body part imaginable caught in the thorns and the shiggy which seemed as bad as being caught in a bear trap.. Down our feet went into some mud and into some reeds where we followed marks that took us to a very illegible check back five. So back we went looking for marks while hearing our hare in the distant wilderness somewhere shouting On! On! over and over again. Eventually we found marks going under the Route 7/ Route 1 overpass and after another nasty water crossing came to the first shot stop where we enjoyed bitching about our wounds and sipping some Mudslide and Margherita mix served to us in bottles covered with flour. That along with some Jello shots to give us some more courage to go on to the next length of trail. On! On! From there on and for a while we waded through some nasty water up to our chests. A few of us went way past where the marks had led us, assuming there was no way the hares would let us get back onto dry land that soon. However they found a ledge with a few roots sticking out of it for us to climb up .... I mean a few of us to climb up and help push and pull the others less gifted in upper body strength and coordination. On! On! We went through another mile of nasty shiggy, then up a hill for the second shot stop. Here we enjoyed more of the same from the first. And here is where the hares warned us that we just got past the easy part. On! On! We went through the woods for a few feet. Then encountered a check. The false trail went on dry land. The true trail went through some more muckedy muck. Down a beaten path through some tall reeds only wide enough for one person to go through at a time. So for one stuck behind the struggling, cane-bearing, vertigo suffering Slutmaster it was slow going indeed. Some assistance he needed to get himself through that and to clean himself off after trail indeed. On! On! Trail came to a bridge. And there you had a choice being traversing some unsteady rocks or continuing through filthily water and mud up to your waste. Eventually, however we came to dry land at an empty lot behind a neighborhood, where the auto-hashing Gives It Away met us with her wheels and the beer near. And so we enjoyed some brews and some picture taking.. And much, much bitching of course before we went back.. On! On! Out the neighborhood and down the road past the Christiana Fire Dept, who I’m surprised we didn’t have to call to rescue one of us, and soon back to point A. Hashers spent a few minutes cleaning themselves before heading to the hares pad on Penny Lane to the Apres where they spent a few minutes cleaning themselves too. There was Kitchen Bitch getting our grub ready, and for those awful auto-hashers who ranks were swelled by the later arriving Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al, and Hare Today Cum Tomorrow. Some fine appetizers were brought out to us while we were waiting for circle to start. Our RA Wishboneher opened circle. Penalties and Awards were dished out, Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. The hares drank many times. But not as many times as many would feel would be warranted for a trail like this. Our Interruptus drank. Then our auto hashers drank a quick concoction of PBR mixed with Strawberry Seltzer, mixed with Watermelon Shandy as our RA requested they be punished somehow for just showing up for the food. Our first in and last in drank. Somehow Slutmaster was first in. This still makes no sense to me. He wasn’t even first in for the food, which he usually is. Those with blood on trail drank. Though only three of us owned up to that. Our visitor Two Buck Canuck, out from the Chicago hash, but originally from one in Canada did his visitor down-down and song.. Several other hashers drank for several other things. There was also an unsuccessful attempt to name just Robin, who usually hides upstairs whenever we come over to her mom’s house after a hash. The birthday girl DWP did her birthday down-down with her co-hare Skidmarks that included not a side-side but getting eggs and flour put in there hair. Then the hash went in peace. After circle we enjoyed some fine, fine Mexican food and were able to hang outside from of harassment from the rain for once. And at some point we were joined in the kitchen by a moth that was the size of a bird. The moth-whisperer, Wetter the Better was able to guide the creature back outside though. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1301 this cumming Saturday.. On! On! MFP | |