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| Hash Number: | 1326 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1326 - a Pick Up Hash |
| When: | Dec. 7, 2019 |
| Where: | 1 Middleton Drive, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Purple Haze | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1326 -- a Pick Up Hash When: Saturday, December 7, 2019 at 3:00pm EST (Pack off promptly! Sunset at ~4:37 pm) Where: International Montessori School in the beautiful Pike Creek Valley (same location as last week) Who Hare: Purple Haze What Else: Never done a pick-up hash ... well, cum-on out learn how. Oh, and pack off promptly at 3:00 pm! Friendlys: Friendly to kids & dogs. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From either direction on I-95, when you get to the gigantic interchange near Christiana Mall, follow signs to Route 7 Northbound. Stay on Route 7 North for just over 5 miles. Immediately after passing Pike Creek Shopping Center and Goldey Beacon College, turn right onto Stoney Batter Road. Stay on Stoney Batter Rd for just over 1/2 mile, then turn left onto Middleton Drive. Make an immediate left into Montessori school, then quick right to find the discreet, tucked-away Hash parking lot. Or search for the International Montessori School, Newark DE if you'd prefer. | Hashers |
| Bunion Butt Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Gaydar The Penetrator Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer Purple Haze Skidmarks Spit Bucket The International House of Virgins Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1326 So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot of the International Montessori School in Pike Creek, DE for the second week in a row on a sunny, upper 30-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, December 7th, 2019 A.D., aka Delaware Day, Pearl Harbor Day, National Cotton Candy Day or quite simply, a hashing day. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included: Spit Bucket, Do Me On the Beach, NecroPheelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Magic Carpet Ride, Woody, Mary Fucking Poppins, Devil Woman, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Toxic Shock, Gaydar, Cousin It, Dead End, Port-A-Ho, International House of Virgins and .. . .? Our hare for today was the incomparable Purple Haze, who pitched this week’s trail as a ‘pick-up hash,’ causing several of those well-versed in hash vernacular to speculate as to whether that meant we would be drawing straws to take turns haring. But we would soon learn that Purple Haze simply meant that he has picked-up the date because someone needed to fill a hole. And so, as we once again commenced our H4 tailgate party in the school parking lot, Purple Haze threw some marks down for chalk talk. We were advised that there would be 1 check in the very beginning, but none after that. Our hare had drawn a turkey/eagle split with two arrows, none of which were true at the moment and advised us that there would indeed be many true arrows once we got on trail. Keeping with his tradition of using “hazy” colored ribbons on trail, Purple Haze informed us that we would be following green ribbons through the woods, so we would need to keep an extra sharp eye out (unfortunately, no one in the hash can be described as ‘extra sharp’). And finally, once we were assured that there was a Beer Near somewhere, we were told to high-tail it on-out since the sun would be setting at 4:37 sharp. On-On! The lone check was soon discovered just past the entrance to the parking lot causing Woody to Head right toward Stoney Batter Road, whilst Pube Head-ed straight toward the Falcon roads. After some aimless running around, or just standing there as most of the pack was, Pube found the first of the hazy ribbons leading into the woods. On-On! And so, we began to traverse an expanse of shiggy which would encompass most of the first part of trail. We soon realized that the ribbons were not tied to all of the trees, but stapled, which Purple Haze later explained was just easier. A swampy, wet, muddy section of trail was encountered causing a few to end up with wet feet and causing Woody to scream like a little bitch. On-On! Once we made it past several thorny sections, a discarded motor and some creepy, abandoned camp cabins, we made it out to Millcreek Road where Dead End was waiting for us at the Beer Near with coolers of sudsy piss. After waiting a while, it appeared we had lost Devil Woman and Port-A-Ho though Port-A-Ho later assured us that she did indeed do all of trail. Whilst we enjoyed our beverages, a deer met an unfortunate end in front of a van and we all watched in wonderment as the driver stopped, dragged the deer carcass across the road, threw it in his van and drove off. And so, once we drank a toast to Bambi’s mom, it was time to high-tail it back on trail. On-On! Next we trudged through some hilly sections of shiggy leading us to the edge of Mendenhall Road where we were forced to tread sideways or risk sliding down a steep cliff. Eventually, trail did have us sliding down an embankment to Mendenhall Road where we straddled the shoulderless edge of the road in an attempt to not meet the same fate as Bambi’s mom. On-On! Next we met up with Lusty Nipples who happened to be strolling by and decided to meet up with us for the end of trail. The turkey/eagle split was encountered here, which had the eagles running through some neighborhoods and picking up the paved bike path down Village Drive whilst the turkeys did something shorter. But eventually, we were reunited shortly before the non-existent, but assumed ‘On In’ at the parking lot from which we had cum. Magic Carpet Ride (who had earlier informed us that she had nothing to do with her dad’s trail today, thus could not be blamed for any unforeseeable issues), instructed us to gather up a short hop away to her house for circle. And so, our RA, Spit Bucket circled up the wanks for the insults and accolades. Purple Haze was made to drink for his shitty trail, for stapling his marks and for forgetting to tell us where the on-in was. Pube and Tinsel drank for first in and last in respectively. IHOV and Skidmarks drank for hash-crash/blood on trail. Woody was made to drink for his bitch-screaming. Several interuptuses drank, including Lusty Nipples who revealed to us why he was thusly named. Spit Bucket drank for falsely-accusing Port-A-Ho of cutting trail and IHOV was given a birthday serenade. And once the last of the down-downs were downed, Woody peacefully screamed that we all go in peace. Following circle, we feasted on 3 different types of lasagna, salad, bread, balls (of meat), and some brownies and Hershey kiss desserts. Beers were drank, laughs were laughed, company was enjoyed and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1327, H4’s annal Christmas Hash this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |