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| Hash Number: | 1314 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1314 |
| When: | Sept. 14, 2019 |
| Where: | 102 Middleboro Road, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Butt Lite Tinsel Tits | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1314 When: Saturday, September 14, 2019 3:00pm HST Where: Banning Regional Park, 102 Middleboro Road, Wilmington, DE 19804 Who Hare: Tinsel Tits and Butt Lite What Else: Bring food .... just kidding. Friendlies: Dog, humanoid, cat, squirrel, tiger lily friendly. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: Take I-95 and exit 141 towards Newport, DE. Take Route 4- Newport, DE exit towards Wilmington referred to as East Newport Pike (changes name to South Maryland Avenue as you head towards Wilmington).. Make a right (east) onto Middleboro Road (west side of the road is Boxwood Road and changes name on east side to Middleboro Road), right into Banning Park (Richardson Park Elementary School is across the street from park entrance). Once on NCC Banning Regional Park Road, continue past Daniel S. Frawley soccer complex on the right and drive through wooded area at the rear of park. When exiting the wooded area, please park in the parking lot immediately to the right where the NCC bark park is located. There is and orange handicapped porta potty in the parking lot. The parking lot is also located next to a baseball field. Across the street from the parking (left side of the one way road) is a covered pavilion with a kids "Play Do" playground. The parking lot is approximately 0.3 miles from the Banning Regional Park entrance off Middleboro Road , if these directions are too confusing ..... just go to Banning Park, follow park road around to dog park, park there! Get ready to hash! | Hashers |
| 7th Hole Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Groper Jubal Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Triple A-hole Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1314 So, the slobbering pack met up in the ballfield parking lot of Banning Regional Park in ‘place-to-be-somebody’ Wilmington, DE on a warm, cloudy, 80-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, September 14th, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, NecroPheelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Do Me On the Beach, Woody, Asshopper, The Wetter The Better, Slut Master, Triple A-Hole, Dancing Fool, Mary Fucking Poppins, Magic Carpet Ride, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Mount Me, Jubol, Pickle Dick, Cause For Blindness, 7th Hole, Cousin It, Groper, Dead End, Devil Woman and . . .? Our hares for today were the ‘blond-leading-the-blond’ pair of Tinsel Tits and Butt Lite, with special ass-istance from Digital Dick. So whilst we sipped on some leftover brewskies and jello shots from last week’s crab hash, we were greeted by Yeswank and Delinkwent who stayed long enough to unload a bunch of leftover hash shit they no longer wanted. Meanwhile, the hares threw their chalk-talk marks down on a large piece of cardboard to perhaps save for breakdancing purposes later. Since our two RA’s were still recovering from last week’s festivities, Mary Fucking Poppins stepped forth and voluntold himself to take over these doodies for today. Our hares explained that they had used all of the hash marks in existence (at least the ones in their combined brains). There would be the usual flour blobs, some checks, falses, 2 check-backs (one of which they explained they had counted wrong), 1 song stop (not to be confused with shot stop), 1 JJ (the hares’ interpretation of a jolly-j) and 2 beer nears (yay!). There was also a true-trail arrow, however the cardboard had to be turned slightly to point us in the correct direction, so ... On-On! We Head-ed out of the parking lot and found marks on trees leading us around the outer perimeter of the park where we came upon many white arrows in the grass which were part of the cross-country course, but weren’t necessarily true trail. We ran past a wedding party taking photos and around the tennis courts, where Pube found the JJ mark with shooters in a paper bag and had to run nearly all the way back to the parking lot where the DFL’s were slothing about. On-On! Trail Head-ed us across Middleboro Road and into the schoolyard of Richardson Park Elementary where we checked right and Head-ed and into the adjacent neighborhood. We came upon the Song Stop at an intersection and had some time to sing a few tunes, contemplate the meaning of life and solve the energy crisis while the rest of the pack dragged their asses in. Dancing Fool produced a bottle of mudslide from god-knows-where for us to pass the time. And once everyone had arrived, some of us “sang” the old favorite, “us, us, fuck us” while the rest of the slobs wondered why everyone was standing around. On-On! Most of us Head-ed left and eventually we came upon a check-back 5. Pube saw some more marks leading beyond that, but we all turned back counting 6 or 7 marks to the check before realizing that this had been the ‘blond-on-blond’ moment, and we should just go the other way. So, we Head-ed up Dupont Road and checked right past Delaware Military Academy and down a street adjacent to the park where we found the first Beer Near leading us to Digital Dick’s truck filled with cans of liquid happiness. And we enjoyed our happy beers for a while until Devil and Do Me decided to Head-out further down the road in search of marks. On-On! What they did not see was the ‘check back to beer near’ mark until the FRB’s yelled them to turn the hell around. Most of the rest of the pack was still chugging the rest of their beers, however the hares assured us that this was not the second beer near. And so, we found marks cutting through the brush near a stray-cat feeding sanctuary and back into the park where we ran past many barbeques and parties looking for marks across the field. On-On! The hares also assured us that this was not the On In, so we picked-up marks on trees, across a little bridge and into some woodsy trails on the other side where we tried to explain hashing to some confused park-goers in 10 seconds or less. We followed the trails till they popped us out left onto Newport Pike and we banged a left into another neighborhood. Apparently the FRB’s followed different marks than the DFL’s, however all marks led to the 2nd Beer Near (with the last name of one of the hares on the outside of the house), though the beer did not arrive for about 10 minutes, as Digital Dick was lost in some other neighborhood. And so, we parked our asses on the corner and attracted the attention of an octogenarian resident who wondered if we were in trouble (or if we were trouble ... yes.) as well as the attention of some kid on bikes. And finally, once the beer arrived and we had our fill, it was time for the FRB’s to back-track on their ‘no-no’ and for the rest of the wanks to continue on true-trail. On-On! Trail Head-ed us down to Park Lane which dead-ended into someone’s backyard where we found a trail leading us the back-door way into the park. We squeezed along the fence of the Amtrak line, through a bunch of shiggy, to a pond area and around some fishing lines until we made it across the On In and back into the parking lot from whence we had cum, where we were greeted by a dance troop blasting some rocking Latin music at full-volume. And so, sub-RA’, MFP circled us up around Skids’ tailgate, attempting to project his voice above the blaring music. The hares were called into circle and made to drink many times for their shitty trail, not being able to count marks, and the beer not being there on time. Pube drank for FRB while Woody managed to be DFL. Jubol drank for wearing race attire. Devil Woman, Cousin It and other interuptuses drank for ignoring us. Tinsel drank for having blood on trail, joined by her co-hares, of course and Cause couldn’t make no accusation. Many cheese balls were thrown around, Dancing Fool brought us Reading H3’s leftover cake from earlier this week, and after enough dicking-around, Woody declared that the hash go in peace. Following circle, we made our way to Twin Lakes Brewing Company where each of us were treated to two drink tickets for some mighty tasty brews, as well as many varieties of pizza and salad. Devil Woman serenaded us on the piano whilst one of the bar tenders sang lovely songs and others of us sang in a not-so-lovely manner. Darts were thrown, games were played, laughs were laughed and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1315 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |