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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 226 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #226 |
| When: | April 24, 1999 |
| Where: | None |
| Hares: | Groper Hot Pants | Message |
| Nothing here yet | Hashers |
| Beeper Blow Harder Country Sausage Cribsnatcher Cupcakes Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Fancy Pants Flygirl Gives It Away Gomez Groper Horn Dog Hornblower Hot Pants Make Me an Offer Queer Balls Roadkill Rubber Slutmaster Snow Balls Toxic Shock Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hash # 226 A Nice Story 24 April 1999 nce upon a time there were two hares. Their names were Groper and Hot Pants. One day they were bored and decided to run around the mystical land of South Jersey and leave little piles of flour so their forest friends could bake cakes. They invited their friends Beeper, Blow Harder, Country Sausage, Cribsnatcher, Cupcakes, Devil Woman, Do Me, Fancy Pants, Flygirl, Gives It Away, Gomez, Groper, Hornblower (Pedalphile), Horn Dog, Hot Pants, Andrew Hot Pants, Josh Hot Pants, Make me an Offer, Roadkill, Rubber, Erin Rubber, Queer Balls, Slutmaster, Snowballs, Toxic Shock and Woody, and their guests Flea & Chick Repellent and Drunken Roadkill, and their new buddy Ken Buckwheat to come frolic with them in the sun. To make things more interesting, Groper and Hot Pants left the flour in a trail that their friends would have to try to follow, but their friends were having a lot of trouble and shouting "RU?!?1" and so Hot Pants had to show them where to go. But then they all got the hang of it and were tromping through the magie woods yelling "ON ON!!" Mr. Sun was smiling down on everyone and all of the trees were smiling too- they created some shade so nobody got too hot. But then the little piles of flour led out of the magic woods tO SOme empty place that looked like the moon, except other creatures had been there and left some belongings behind. Mr. Wind was blow- ing hard trying to discourage everybody from going too fast. The little trail led to the edge of the mighty Delaware River, where it winded its way through the Meanies: there everybody went past some mean fishermen trying to kill the river dwellers and through the mean sticker bushes that made some people bleed and past some mean asphalt chunks that grabbed some people's ankles and made them fal. Soon everybody got away from the meanies and ran through the enchanted forest until they came out on some more barren lands. The friends were getting tired and thirsty. Then, somebody saw a special sign that said, "BN." He shouted, "BEER NEAR, BEER NEAR!" and soon everybody chimed in and were all excited. Sure enough, as they rounded a curve, they came upon the special magic vehicle that carried the essential potion that would bring ener&y and revive everyone. They all stood around smiling and happy. But then Groper and Hot Pants said that everybody had to try to follow the trail some more. So the hasher friends started trying to follow the trail again. They sOon came upon a mark that Mr. Giant, a friemd of Groper and Hot Pants, left in a big mud flat. It was a check mark that was as wide as 50 hashers laid end to end. Everyone marvelled at how nice Mr. Giant was to help Groper and Hot Pants. And soon the friends found trail again. They went through dried up mud flats and along a ridge of giant reeds before cutting into some woods again. Mr. Asphalt decided to make his appearance right then. The friends ran and ran on Mr. Asphalt. He was hard and long. Some of the friends were complaining because they were getting tired and thirsty again. Some were wishing the magic vehicle with the special potion would reappear.And sure enough, it did! Everybody drank the potion and got revived again. The trees were smiling and keeping everybody cool and shady. But then Groper and Hot Pants said everybody had to follow the trail some more. Mr. Asphalt helped by leading everybody back to their cars, and then let everybody drive their cars on him to get to Hot Pants' den. There Mr. Pizza was waiting with many of his friends to feed the hungry hashers. And there was more magic potion to drink. And they all lived happily ever after. THE END Postscript: It's been a fun year writing the trash and T hope you've enjoyed them as much as ve enjoyed writing them. Please tell your new(?) TrashMaster how much you like or dislike the trashes - anything! - we like to hear what you think. And thanks again to the tireless Cribsnatcher, who really has outdone himself getting things done for the hash. Oh, and one other thing - FUCK YOUSE! (I mean that in only the kind est of ways) - DW | |
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