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| Hash Number: | 1324 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1324 |
| When: | Nov. 23, 2019 |
| Where: | 10 Chestnut Dr, Elkton, MD |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Gives It Away Kitchen Bitch Two Buck Fuck | Message |
| Hash #1324: 2 Buck F*ck and Gives It Away SATURDAY, November 23, 2019 3:00PM, 10 Chestnut Drive, Elkton, MD (right off of Fletchwood Dr) Hash Cash = $7 Friendlies? No dogs, no kids What Else? It's about time we see 2BF and GIA again! It's supposed to rain on hash day so prolly good to bring a dry bag D'erections: Almost empty shopping center past Cat Fish Bar. Check out Google Maps to figure out how to get there. Chestnut Drive is right off of Fletchwood | Hashers |
| 7th Hole Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Dancing Fool Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Gives It Away Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Toxic Waste Troma Queen Two Buck Fuck Wet Lay Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1324 – 2 Buck Fuck’s 50th birthday trail So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot of the nearly empty shopping center containing a Dollar General, past the Cat Fish Bar, which was once the Fletchwood Bar, straddling the DE/MD state line, but more-so in destination Elkton, MD on a chilly, gray, mid 40-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, November 23rd, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included: Mount Me, NecroPheelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, The Wetter The Better, Asshopper, Magic Carpet Ride, Mary Fucking Poppins, 7th Hole, Devil Woman, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Butt Lite, Dancing Fool, Wishboneher, Just Bruce, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Toxic Shock, Toxic Waste, Trauma Queen and . . .? Our hares for today were half-century-old 2 Buck Fuck and Gives It Away, with special ass-istance from Dirty Wet Pussy and Kitchen Bitch. Those hares who were not having a birthday somehow managed to get the hash to keep the celebration on the DL so that 2 Buck would be surprised at one of the beverage stops – an amazing feat to accomplish, with most hashers having the contagious affliction of diarrhea-of-the-mouth. And so, whist we gathered and played things off as just another ordinary day at the hash, the hares proceeded to explain their marks for today for those who would listen, which was approximately 5% of the group. There were to be flour marks as well as green chalk marks (which would prove especially invisible in woodsy areas and dark of night), some checks, fasles (some with no checks, which we were to find out), some beverage stops of unknown number and a 3-arrow cluster of which 2 out of 3 ways were wrong. We were also told that if we see a false, we should go back (to where would be a question for later). It should also be noted that the hares were wearing headlights, however the runners were told we would not need them (another statement to perhaps be reexamined later). And so, the instructions having been made clear as mud, we followed the arrow and true-trail arrow out of the parking lot and past the Cat Fish Bar. On-On! We banged a left across a field into a shiggy forest where we picked-up flour marks on trees, negotiated some thorny patches, hopped across some watery trenches and popped out across a road. On the other side, we straddled some crotch-height fencing, blew through a neighborhood with some angry dogs and back into some shiggy until we discovered a False on a tree. So, we looked high a low for a check that was not there until 2 Buck showed up, blamed the whole thing on his co-hare and told us to go back. So back, back, back we went, again straddling the crotch-poking fencing and up to the road where we discovered a magical true-trail arrow pointing us in the opposite direction down the road. On-On! Shortly thereafter, we were met by GIA near a bridge at the first Beer Near, where under the bridge was waiting half the pack of wanks who didn’t want to be bothered with all that finding trail stuff today. Champagne, party hats, and noise-makers with no noise were passed around as we awaited the arrival of the hare-of-honor. And surprised he was as we all serenaded him with an arousing rendition of hashy-birthday-fuck-you and some harriettes gave him a proper side-side. And so, after we had consumed a few bottles of some fine Korbel, at the behest of GIA, we head-ed on-out to the other side of the bridge and up the embankment. On-On! Unfortunately, this was not the right direction and all of the FRB’s were eventually called-back by 2 Buck and told to head into the woods instead. And so we spent some time clawing through thorns and hopping over water hazards until we came upon the 12-foot fence which GIA had foretold to us would contain booze in a tree. Some had interpreted this as we would need to climb a 12-foot fence to fetch some boobs out of a tree, but alas, it was simply a couple containers of Fireball/Rumchata shots in a hole in a tree. Though Skids and Pube were plotting to run away with them, they graciously shared and we all enjoyed some cum-shots until the last drops were swallowed. And somehow, Dancing Fool managed to show up out of nowhere with a birthday balloon, because that is just what the Fool does. On-On! And so, further into the woods we treaded, popped out into a neighborhood for a bit and hit a check which popped us right back into the shiggy. Marks were getting fainter with the fading daylight, but we managed to claw our way out of the woods and across a field where GIA was waiting with a cooler of beer next to a playground. We enjoyed the sudsy goodness while some enjoyed sliding down the slides whilst we awaited everyone’s arrival. And once all were there, it was noted that the cars were merely a stones-throw away. But, oh contraire, 2 Buck pulled out his phone and showed us a duck-shaped map which indicated otherwise. So, whilst most of the smarter wanks said “Fuck that,” the harder wanks moved forward into the now dark night in search of unseeable marks. On-On! So, dopey, dumb-fuck and dim-witted, aka Pube, Skid and yours-truly head-ed out into the dark neighborhood where we attempted to follow the barely-visible green chalk marks. As we wound our way about half-way through a giant loop, GIA rolled up and urged us to go back. “Ooooh No – I’m finishing this trail!” said Skidmarks, who had been softly cursing to himself most of the way. And so, forward we marched with GIA stopping at all the intersections to check on us and point the way. We made it to the triple arrow, so each of us went in a different direction just to fuck with her. And finally, we hit Fletchwood Road where we banged a left and met up with all the smark wanks at the On In. And so, our long-lost RA, Wishboneher circled up the wanks for the shaming to begin. The hares were made to drink many times for having too many checks and not enough darkness on trail. Pube and yours-truly drank for FRB’s, whilst a beer was brought to Skidmarks who was not getting up from his seat in the back of his truck, for DFL. Many interuptuses drank, including the RA, hares and our Grand Master, Pickle Dick. Magic and yours-truly drank for crashing and managing to get a nail through one’s shoe. Auto-hashers Toxic Waste, Trauma Queen, and Kitchen Bitch drank for staying away from the madness. And once the Superbowl party was announced for the thousandth time, Dirty did a stop-on impression of Woody strutting around the circle and declared that the hash go in peach. Following circle, we gathered up inside the Cat Fish Bar where Kitchen Bitch and Dirty had prepared a fine, fine taco feast for us. A colorful, chocolate birthday cake for 2 Buck was enjoyed as well as many more beers whilst a local man tried to sell us his meat. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1325 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |