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| Hash Number: | 1313 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1313 - Hockessin Hash House Harriers' 24th Anal Crab Hash |
| When: | Sept. 7, 2019 |
| Where: | 2 Florida Ave, Earlville, MD |
| Hares: | Bumpy Beaver Mount Me Spit Bucket Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1313, Hockessin Hash House Harriers' 24th Anal Crab Hash When: Saturday, September 7, 2019. Tent set-up and other fun stuff starts at noon, gather for trail at 2:30pm, and pack off at 3:00pm Where: Tent space and HQ at 2 Florida Ave, Earlville, MD 21919. Festivities at Crystal Beach Manor Pavilion, Earlville, MD 21919 Who: Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al Spanksabitch, Mount Me, Wishboneher, and Spit Bucket What to Expect: Beer, Crabs, Trail, Games, More Beer, Bonfire, Beach, Music, and Good Company What to Expect on Trail: The first part of the trail will be shiggy galore – stickers, poison ivy, poison oak, spiders, mud. Be prepared and dress accordingly – high socks, maybe leggings or poison ivy block, bug spray, and whatever else will keep you from bitchin’ about it afterwards. Menu: Crabs, corn, smoked meat, more food, beer, wine, jello-shots, deserts, and much more. What Else: For all those who don’t want to worry about driving home -- Camping Space is Available!! If camping, bring a tent, and please let us know. We will plan for something special Sunday morning. What to Bring: Bathing suit for beach time, chair, food for Sunday morning (if you are staying), anything else you would normally bring for a hash. Friendlies: Yes. | Hashers |
| Anything Butt Asshopper Bad Semen Biatch Brag a Deer General Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Circle Jerk CU Next Ten Years Cums With the Turf Digital Dick Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Gives It Away Groper Horn Of Plenty Lick Stick Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Parrothead Pickle Dick Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer RaidR Senior Sex Toy She's Mine I Saw Her First Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel ToeFU Tour DePuke Triple A-hole Two Buck Fuck Up the Rear Wants It Bad Webelo Scout Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1313 So the slobbering pack gathered up at Bumpy and Weird Al’s pad then later on at the pavilion down the road on Florida Ave at Crystal Beach in Earlville, Merryland for the anal crab hash on the fine warm afternoon of September the 7th, 2019 AD. Hashers present at some point may have included: Cause For Blindness, Dirty Wet Pussy, Just Johann, Lost Penis, Spunk Monkey, Wetter the Better, Wants It Bad, Two Buck Fuck, Just Alex, Anything Butt/ Professor Creek Water, Asshopper, Bad Semen, Biatch, Brag a Deer General, Bunion Butt, Butt Lite, Circle Jerk, CU Next Ten Years, Cums With the Turf, Digital Dick, Do Me on the Beach, Gives It Away, Groper, Horn of Plenty, Just John, Just Doug, Just Lisa, Just Paul, Lick Stick, Magic Carpet Ride, Mary Fucking Poppins, NecroFeelMeUp, Parrot Head, Pickle Dick, Porta’Ho, PubeHeAteHer, RaidR, Senior Sex Toy, She’s Mine I Saw Her First, Skidmarks, Slutmaster, Tinsel Tits, Tits of Steel, ToeFu, Tour De’ Puke, Up the Rear, Webelo Scout, Wet Lay, Just Bruce, and many, many others... Our hares and hosts and organizers included: Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al, WIshboneher, Spitbucket, and Mount Me, and possibly a few others who had a hand in either laying the marks, arranging things and or procuring the refreshments. And so, a significant amount of us showed up rather early to set up their tents, as this is now a campout hash, and had a prelube for the prelube, where we had the option of enjoying some sweet, frozen, girly type drinks as well as some beers and a few other options. An hour or so before we left for trail Asshopper and Wetter the Better showed up with more beer and the fine t-shirts she designed to award the the first 40 wankers who registurd ahead of time. Some time around 2:30 pee-m our RA’s for the day demanded that we head down to point-A, the pavilion down the road for the actual official pre-lube. And at least a few of us were already stumbling by then. And so we hung out there for a while waiting for the hashers who showed up on time, while the hares posed for some pictures in those nifty crab outfits before the chalk talk commenced. After Spitbucket more or less got a turd of the pack interested in what he had to explain. We were told to expect 2 beer stops, And that the three marks and your On rule was not in effect that day, so to expect some long falses. He also warned us that there was to be some mighty nasty shiggy for the first leg of trail, and that those who can’t swim might want to skip out on later parts. This being enough to convince a not insignificant portion of the pack to skip out on the first part and later parts. Or skip the whole thing altogether and go fishing instead. Anyway, the arrow was drawn and ... On! On! We followed marks back to Bumpy and Al’s place. Soon enough we went into the backyard and into the brambles at the edge of it. Here we encountered a waste-high stagnant water crossing then climbed up back into more shiggy. On! On! Shiggy to the left, shiggy to the right, shiggy straight. We did the cha-cha slide through the shiggy. There were checks and falses here and there, that Pube and Skids quickly solved, while the rest of us were pulling thorns or worse out of our ass. Trail would clear up for a little bit here and there. And then for a while. On! On! Pube ran down a mile long false trail, laid specifically for him, all the way. But caught up to the rest of us, momentarily. We headed down a dirt road where the great Elk River finally came into sight. Here we came to a song check. The seven or eight FRB’s who made it there first sang songs for about 10 minutes, but then lost patience waiting for the rest of the pack, and so went about finding the rest of trail. Yours truly decided to use the men’s room before enabling some of the hashers behind to catch up, who then demanded that I stick around for another round of songs. On! On! True trail went through a little more shiggy and then out into the river. Waist deep in the river that is with marks on random logs and fallen trees and buoys and such that were sticking out in the water. As there wasn’t much of a shore line to cling to for this section, the sissy hashers decided to back track on trail and follow the road that was going in the same general direction in a vain attempt to get dry. On! On! When us wet folks reached the shore we found Wetter the Better and one or two others greeting us and taking pictures. Trail banged a left on the road where we caught up with the sissy and Turkey hashers who skipped out on the shiggy and the river. On! On! Trail went up a hill on the asphalt, banged a left and a right, and in somebody’s yard we found a beer near. With two of our lovely hash coolers under a tree and a bag of jello shots delivered by Lost Penis, I think. And so we enjoyed our brews and booze and story tellings. And then we were off again. On! On! Trail took us on the road for a while, past quite a bit of private property and in into it. On! On! A witchy way was found, one pointing into a blocked gated community, and the other pointing into the trailer park that Wishboneher got us lost in last year. Us FRB’s decided to choose option B first. And Pube ran all the way down to another check back. So we headed back to option A. On! On! Trail took us around the gate and down a few roads into the exclusive beachfront trailer park community, where the speed limit was marked 10mph. Some kayak dragging couple drove past us and heckled us by saying some of the FRB’s were breaking to speed limit. Trail brought us around a bend and soon we found our second beer near at a picnic table next to a trailer that belonged to that very couple. And so we enjoyed our brews for another few, and Weird Al clued some of the walkers in on how to shortcut over there. After a while we were off again. On! On! Trail took us around the rest of the trailer, and we immediately got the attention of a resident or two driving around in a golf carts, who appeared to be even more wasted than we were, and who immediately took offense to us being there. Especially the manner in which we left, which involved climbing under, over or around another fence. Spitbucket supposedly had a few choice four letter words with these people. On! On! Trail took us down a hill, up a hill, through a field and down to Crystal Beach, where there was a Turkey/ Eagle split. The turkey taking leading to point B, via land, the eagle via water. The eagle involved swimming along the coast and across a small harbor inlet, where DWP and Buttlite manage to hitch a ride with a couple on JetSki’s and auto hashed to the end. Most of us ended up back on the beach we came to earlier on trail down the road from Bumpy’s pad, where we were treated with some Rita’s water ice, booze and some other things. Some of us took a swim, and Wetter got back into her mermaid. Eventually, our RA’s WIshboneher and Spitbucket opened circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Many hashers drank for many things. And the memory of it all gets hazy. The hares drank a few times. So did the interruptus. And those who auto hashed on Jet Skis. The visitors drank as well as those who survived a serious illness. Announcements were skipped for there was no way anyone would remember them. And so the hash went in peace.. After circle and cleaning up, we adjourned back to the pavilion, for a fine, fine feast involving an enormous amount of enormously sized crabs. And many, many fine tasting side dishes cooked up by many of the fine hashers in attendance including ... pulled pork, ziti, mac and cheese, potato salad with huge chunks of bacon, ramen salad, corn, and yours truly MFP’s famous deviled eggs, and a few other things.. This we enjoyed profusely. Along with our beers and booze. Before we all chipped in to clean up and head back to Bumpy and Al’s pad for the after party. And so some of us stayed up pretty late enjoying karaoke, a campfire, singing and guitar playing by Brag a Deer General and Pickle Dick, story telling joking, and later on a re-naming. As circle was re-opened to name Just John. Eventually we settled on calling him Triple A-hole, in reference to a misadventure he had the first time he ever showed up to a hash, where he drove the wrong way ten miles and locked his keys in the car with the engine running.. And a fine time was had. And those of us who stayed the night were treated to breakfast and Bloody Mary’s in the morning. It will be hard to top that one. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1314, this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |
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| https://hashrego.com/events/hockessin-annual-crab-hash-2019 | |