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| Hash Number: | 1308 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1308 |
| When: | Aug. 7, 2019 |
| Where: | 190 South Broadway, Pennsville, NJ |
| Hares: | Closing Time F6 | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1308 When: Wednesday, August 7, 2019 at 6:30pm HST Where: Pennsville Public Library. 190 South Broadway, Pennsville, NJ 08070 Who Hare: Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck and Closing Time What Else: Discretion with the beer since Pennsville cops are everywhere. Apres -- it's Zoo Jersey, bring bug spray ... and lawn chairs, park at Sidelines (which is out of business) and walk 4 houses down to hares house, at 94 N Hook Rd, don’t park in the driveway ... you might never leave. Friendlies: Leash friendly pets, and its a hash. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: Get yourself to the Delaware Memorial Bridge and into Zoo Jersey. Take the first exit, Rt. 49 towards Pennsville. Go about 5K (3.1 miles) past the high school and Dollar General and look for the sign for the library on the left. Park and hash. Lost or confused? Call F6 or Closing Time | Hashers |
| 7th Hole Anything Butt Asshopper Bunion Butt Closing Time Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jug Stain Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Spit Bucket Wet Lay Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1308 Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain ... or so I heard. So, the slobbering pack gathered up behind the Pennsville library in Pennsville, NJ on the rainy early evening of August the 2nd, 2019 AD for the cucumber hash. Hashers I remember being present included: Groper, Jugstain, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Spitbucket, Wishboneher, Mary Fucking Poppins, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cousin It, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteher, 7th Hole, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Asshopper, Dancing Fool, Anything Butt/Professor Creekwater, Do Me on the Beach, Perfect Woman and many, many others. Our hares of the day were F-6 (so far) and Closing Time, who had some really long, elaborate trail planned that inconveniently or conveniently was washed away shortly after they laid it.. And so a live haring, as the hash is/ was traditionally done was in order for the day. Hashers hung under the back canopy sipping some brews and waiting for the storm to pass before our RA’s for the day Wishboneher and Spitbucket circled the pack for the chalk talk. We were told to look out for a Beer Near and a Shot Near along with a few J-hooks. And we were also told to no longer look out for the Turkey/ Eagle Splits as those had been recently washed out by the rain. F-6 asked us for a 15 minute head start. And so we gave him 12, just enough to get the announcements out of the way. The Shot Near mark at the chalk talk served as our first shot stop. Courtesy of Dancing Fool. Who once again provided us with another bottle of piss warm, pre-mixed hurricane drink, fitting for the season. So after we passed that around a few times and proceeded in more finagling, we were off. On! On! Trail took us out to the road, then we took a right found a check and a false and ran through the back of some school. On! On! We ended up back on on the road again, and for a few minutes the rain began to fall heavily again. True trail was found going into a park. Pube found the first J-Hook, and Necro found one soon after. Shortly after we passed the closed shower facilities we hit the beer near in a parking lot behind some large drinking establishment. And here we found Closing Time with our beers. And so we enjoyed those along with some salty snacks which we also provided. The rain decided to stop for the rest of the day, but our hare didn’t have much time to stop, so he was off again, and this time asked for only ten minutes. And so we gave him about that and soon enough we were off. On! On! We ran through the neighborhood for a while before we ended up in another parking lot with a wonderful view of the river and the setting sun for the shot stop. There Closing time then provided us with too varieties of awfully powerful mixed drink, one colored blue and the other the real color of the Delaware, brown. And so we enjoyed those and enjoyed watching the the drainage terminal spew more brown water into the river, while F-6 got busy and hared the final leg of the trail. 10 minutes later we were off again. On! On! Trail went up the street, and up the street and up the street. PubeHeAteHer found the final J-hook and headed to the back for the last time. True trail took a left into an apartment complex and eventually made it to a shopping center across the road from point-A for the final shot stop. Here we were intended to make a toast of fireball and apple-flavored inside the liquor store from which F-6 purchased a few dozen single serve bottles of those. But the girl working the register told us not too, though according to F-6 the owner of the store earlier had said it was okay. However it all worked out in the end, with us doing the shots in the parking lot, because it isn’t like the hashers trailing behind would have followed the marks into the store, especially now that it was dark. And so, we enjoyed passing around those shooters for a few minutes, and noticing that we were just across the street from point A, it was suggested to Wet Lay that this might be the once chance she ever has at finishing first in, at least if she made a dash for it, and so she did. On! On! We ran across the street, through the car dealership, with Wet Lay finishing first, and a substantially intoxicated Bunion Butt, who had disappeared for a while earlier finishing last. PubeHeAteHer apparently auto-hashed across the street with Closing Time, and everybody else made it back except for the people I forgot about. As it was dark, and we were where we should be hanging out, behind a closed public library, our hares instructed us to head to their house, or specifically another empty parking lot a block or two down the road from there house where circle would commence. On! On! We took a right out the lot. Then another right a block later. Then another right a mile after that, then a left and went down that road for a few miles. We arrived at a parking lot of a long closed establishment. Half of those arrived decided they needed to get stoned before circle commenced, reminding me that maybe we should change the name of this club to the pothead hash house harriers. On! On! A little while later we trudged up the dark, dark road carrying the beer coolers with us, non of us sure which house we were supposed to go to, because although the hares gave us an address, it was so dark we couldn’t see the house numbers. However, eventually we found a lit driveway, where the hares were setting up a table. The down-down beers were quickly poured. Our RA’s for the day Wishboneher and Spitbucket opened up circle. Penalties and Awards were dished out.. Songs were sung. Down-Downs were done. Our hares drank a few times. Our first in Wet Lay drank. Though Bunion Butt was last, he was unable to do a down-down, as he proved himself to be unable to even stand, apparently from to much pre-partying earlier, so 2nd to last in, Cousin It, drank for him. Jug Stain drank for both being a visitor from Philly and an interruptus. And she was also willing to drink a beer, tell a joke, sing a song, and show a body part or two. Our Ra’s drank for screwing up circle again. And then all the people who had dry lips drank so we could get rid of the rest of the down-downs. After the hash went in peace, we some fine food stuffs provided by the hares. They grilled up some brats and some hotdogs for us. And provided us with a variety of toppings including some, fine, fine bacon-sourkraut thing and several varieties of mustard. There was also salad, mozzarella balls, pasta and an ice-cream bar set up for us later. And F-6 broke out some of his gourmet brew to share. But all and all another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1309 this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |