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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1333 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1333 - Weird Hat Hash |
| When: | Jan. 25, 2020 |
| Where: | 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Asshopper The Wetter the Better | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1333, "Weird Hat Hash", Minor competition at play! When: Saturday, January 25, 2020 at 3:00pm HST Where: 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE, 19713 Who Hare: Asshopper & The Wetter The Better What Else: Expect cold, wet, possible muddy conditions (Perfect for hashing !) so a dry bag is needed. And… SHOES OFF AT APRES ! Friendlys: Nope. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 1 for Route 896 N/Newark. Stay right and at the 2nd light, take a right JUST AFTER W Chestnut Hill Rd. The AFTER is a jug-handle to go across, there is no left turn lane at the light. On W Chestnut Hill Rd take the 3rd Right and go to the end. Folks coming N on I-95 can get off an exit early and save the toll and make their way to Rt. 896 South and turn right on W Chestnut Hill. BUT if are lost call: | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1333 So, the slobbering pack met up at the home of our hares at the ass-end of Art Lane in vacation destination, Newark, DE on a cloudy, damp, around 50-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, January 25th, 2020 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included: Spit Bucket, Do Me On the Beach, NecroPheelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Magic Carpet Ride, Mary Fucking Poppins, Devil Woman, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Toxic Shock, Slutmaster, Cousin It, Dead End, Butt Lite, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver, Dancing Fool and . . .? Our hares for today were the proprietors, Asshopper and the Wetter the Better, recently returned from a long trip to her African homeland. Today was also dubbed a “Weird Hat Hash,” thus many of the wankers showed-up in all manner of acceptable headgear (who said “head?”). And so, we enjoyed some pre-lube brews for a while, thanking our RA for today, Spit Bucket, or the hash gods or mother nature for stopping the deluge of rain just in time for us to gather. Asshopper threw some green chalk marks down, assuring us that he had not laid the trail last night, thus there should be at least three or four marks out there, though judging by a picture he had posted earlier, the Beer Near may possibly be under water. We were to encounter the usual flour blobs, some checks, falses, a check-back, a Beer Near (yay!) and a Jolly-J stop with a number, which would serve as a check-back in addition to the usual shooters for the FRB and DFL. So whilst the FRB’s pretended to pay attention and the walkers continued on with their conversations, Asshopper instructed us to Head onward to the familiar trail entrance at the ass-end of Art Lane. On-On! Down, down, down we Head-ed into the slick, muddy trail till we got to the familiar park by the Christina River, which happened to be nearly underwater today. Spitbucket found a false on the bridge, so we high-tailed it in the opposite direction trying unsuccessfully to avoid the many lakes of water and mud that consumed the park. Spit Bucket and Skidmarks found the Jolly-J with a #3 beside it, so they Head-ed to the back of the line with a plastic bag full of random alcoholic items that looked like it may have washed-up on the riverbank last summer. The rest of us Head-ed up the hill toward Route 4/896 where we got hung-up on a check that most of the pack did not bother checking out. Finally, after most of the wanks wandered back-and-forth for a few feet, Asshopper was discovered lingering around on Minquil Drive, so eventually we decided to follow the green arrow he was standing next to. On-On! And so, we checked right up Chestnut Hill Road, across the bridge over the rushing rapids that was the Christina River and up, up, up till we hit a check-back 6 Head-ing us back down, down, down. We picked-up marks going down Cobblefield Drive, which Head-ed us into Folk Memorial Park and around the bike path where we happily watched a local cop drive off. We even more happily found a Beer Near mark with an arrow pointing into a shiggy field. We looked around for a while until Spitbucket found the prize cooler stashed in a concrete tunnel. Shortly thereafter, Dancing Fool arrived with a bottle of pre-mixed Mai Tai’s along with a container of peanut M & M’s. To add to the party, Wetter then arrived with a thermos of warm mulled wine. Thus, we were in no hurry to leave this spot and enjoyed our treats with a view of the traffic on I-95 racing by.. On-On! And after enough of the natives got restless, we Head-ed back into the park and picked-up a short trail which popped-us out into the parking lot of the La Villa Belmont apartments, where we have gotten turned-around on many a trail. Fortunately, we managed to find trail leading off-road over a little stream and connecting us to Delgrove Ave where the On In was discovered. And so, we made the short trek back down Chestnut Hill Road and up, up once again to the ass-end of Art Lane. Once everyone has sauntered in, including the late-cumming PubeHeAteHer, our RA Spit Bucket circled up the wanks for the insults and accolades. The hares drank for their trail not being wet enough and for celebrating their 10-year analversary. Spit Bucket drank for FRB and Lost volunteered to drink for DFL, since no one could figure out who it was. Weird Al and Skidmarks drank for blood on trail, though somehow no one managed to fall in the mud today. Pube and Dead End drank for auto-hashing. Wetter, Butt Lite, and a few others drank for interuptussing and those with hats shared a down-down.. MFP and Do Me were awarded prizes for the best hats of the day. The Super Bowl party was announced as actually being next week. And despite Woody not being there, the hash somehow went in peace. Following circle, we were warmed-up by some tasty vegetable soup, bread, chips/salsa and cake made by our resident mermaid. Beers were drank, shots were shot, laughs were laughed, company was enjoyed and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1334, H4’s annal State of Emergency Hash this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |