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| Hash Number: | 1262 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1262 - H4's 23rd Annual Crab Hash |
| When: | Sept. 29, 2018 |
| Where: | 2 Florida Ave, Earlville, MD |
| Hares: | Bumpy Beaver Dirty Wet Pussy Mount Me Tinsel Tits Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1262 -- H4's 23rd Annual Crab Hash When: Saturday, September 29, 2018. Festivities start at 12PM. Trail/circle up at 3:00 PM, HST. Where: 2 Florida Ave, Earlville, MD 21919 Who: Bumpy Beaver, Wired Al Spanks a Bitch, Mount ME, Wishboneher, Tinsel Tits, Dirty Wet Pussy, and Others of Mismanagement What to Expect: Beer, Crabs, Trail, Games, More Beer, Bonfire, Beach, Music, and Good Company Menu: Crabs, corn, smoked meat, more food, beer, wine, jello-shots, deserts, and much more. What Else: For all those who don’t want to worry about driving home -- Camping Space is Available!! If camping, bring a tent and please let us know. We will plan for something special Sunday morning. Rego: See attached or hashrego.com Friendlies: Yes.Hash Cash: $50 from 9/24- 9/27 D'erections: From western Newark area, get yourself to Elkton Road and follow into Elkton, and take a left onto Rt. 213 South and then follow over the C&D Canal. From I-95 others in the Newark area, get yourself to Rt. 896 South, and after Rt. 40, the first right onto Glasgow Ave and then a quick left onto Old County Rd, then follow to Rt. 213 South. All, follow Rt. 213 South over the bridge over the Bohemia River, and take the first right after the bridge onto Glebe Road. Follow Glebe Road and take a right onto Rt. 282/Crystal Beach Rd. Follow Rt. 282 for about 4 miles and take a left onto Hilltop Drive and follow Hilltop/Georgia Ave and then right onto Florida Ave. Park and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Backdoor Deposit Biatch Brag a Deer General Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butthead Cause for Blindness Circle Jerk Cousin It Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Dwarfus Interuptus Free to Lay Gives It Away Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lick Stick Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Nocturnal Emissions Orgy Cycle Parrothead Perfect Woman PhWedgie Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Senior Sex Toy Sex Toys For Tots Silence of the Goats Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket Spunk Monkey Tinkle Tinkle Little Tart Tinsel Tits Tour DePuke Two Buck Fuck Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1262 So, the slobbering pack gathered up on Florida Ave in Earlville Mary’Land, new territory for us and a place where the preferred method of transportation appears to be a golf cart, for the annual H4 Crab hash. This on the fine sunny Saturday afternoon, the first fine sunny Saturday afternoon for a while, of September the 29th, 2018 AD. Hashers present at some point included: Two Buck Fuck, Asshopper, Back Door Deposit, Biatch, Brag a Deer General, Bunion Butt, Butthead, Cause For Blindness, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Dwarfus Intteruptus, Free 2 Lay, Gives It Away, Groper, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Jewels of Duh Nile, Just Andrea, Lick Stick, Mary Fucking Poppins, Silence of the Goats, NecroFeelMeUp, Night Deposit, Nocternal Mission, Orgy Cycle, Ph Wedgie, Pickle Dick, PubeHeAteHer, RaidR, Rugburn, Sandy Penis Beach, Skidmarks, Senior Sex Toy, Slutmaster, Spitbucket, Tinkle Tinkle Little Tart, Tour De Puke, Weird Al, Wet Lay, Perfect Woman, Cousin It, Spunk Monkey, Woody, Parrot Head, Sex Toys for Tots, Just Alex, Just Lisa, Just Gina, and many, many others. Our hares and our hostess for the day were pulled from our stash of Karens including Wishboneher, Tinsle Tits, Dirty Wet Pussy, and Bumpy Beaver whose pad and backyard accommodated us for most of this event. And there were many of us hanging in the front and backyard for a while setting up camp and drinking many beers for a few hours before three. Which is about when we were rudely interrupted and ordered to march down the street to the pavilion to begin the chalk talk. Roughly around 3:30 our RA for the day, WIshboneher opened circle, where a few virgins got a chance to introduce themselves, while Tinsle Tits of all people was off live haring the first length of trail. We were informed during chalk talk to expect a beer stop or two along the way, and to look for the standard flour marks, including a dry land- water split, though a few things were left out. After some point of drinking and singing and admiring clever t-shirts designed by Hare Today and Wetter the Better, the pack went off. On! On! We ran up the hill on the adjacent avenue, while Weird Al took off somewhere with a few coolers for a later beer stop on his golf cart. We found a big arrow going into the tall tall grass, then followed trail to the left into the shiggy for a while. On! On! We went across a small stream or two, and one of the virgins Just Gina, who just doesn’t get it yet complained about her nice shiny new running shoes getting muddy. We went through some thorns here and there and up another hill, before trail came out to some more tall tall grass following a toilet paper trail, and about 0..02 miles later we reached a local watering hole with a gravel parking lot, where yours truly had a spectacular hash crash. And so there was our first beer near, where we enjoyed a few dozen pitchers of lager and light in a fine establishment that look to have been not redecorated since the 1970’s. After a while the pack was ready to get back on it, and a few of us were forced to chug more than our fare share by Wishboneher, who wished to see none of those suds go to waste. On! On! Trail stayed on the asphalt for a while and went up and down many hills. Spitbucket followed a false into somebody's private property but managed to not get shot. We ran through a trailer park or two passing by many residents also riding on golf carts. We took a long path after entering into one, which took us past a beach and a club house, and into a great long circle jerk around in the woods. Us FRB’s noticed that both the first time and second the trail seemed to lead us back to where we started. And we also noticed a whole bunch of walkers being led by a confused looking DWP, who kept trying to reach one of the other Karens with her phone, cumming from the opposite direction that we came from. This probably being the part of the trail Wishboneher admitted to fucking up to a few of us before the start. On! On! After the pack got done running around in circles for a while and a few hashers like Bunion Butt got lost or disappeared, somebody somewhere discovered a brand new arrow mark going out the same entrance we came in. On! On! We came out the trailer park then took a right somewhere went up another hill and found Weird Al with the beer and golf cart in the parking lot of some shuttered business. And so we enjoyed our second beer near, while a few hashers hoping to be helpful, zipped off on the golf cart looking for those who got lost. Cans of fine lager and light where consumed before we went back on trail again. On! On! We ran on the road, which did provide a nice wide grassy shoulder for a few hundred yards. In spite of there being no tripping hazards readily available, Slut Master figured out a way to tumble into a ditch, though the spry young lad quickly picked himself up with almost no help. Trail went across another grassy field and down the hill to the beach, where, the dry land/ water split was not noticed by most of us. The dry land trail went back out onto the street and within site of Bumpy Beavers veered off right again, across a creek and back onto the beach. Here Weird Al and a Karen or two set up a nice table a few yards off shore into the Elk River/ Chesapeake Bay, or whatever it is, with several bottles of fine rum and Vodka were place in front of the setting sun. For a mixer, we had our options of several flavors of Rita’s water ice, and a few left over beers. A few folks like Tinsle Tits and Bunion Butt joined us via the water crossing, while most folks mosied on over after being strongly corralled. And so we enjoyed that for a while before heading back over to our hostesses pad, where we were able to hose off and get ready for circle. Down Down cups were set up on the picnic table in the drive way. Our RA Wishboneher opened circle. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-Downs were done. The Karens drank many times. Our virgins Just Gina and Just Lisa did their pussylicious water virgin down downs. The hash crash drank. The interruptus drank. The visitors drank with Brag A Deer General providing the visitors song. Many other people drank for many other reasons. Please forgive this writer for not remembering any more of them except for the lame BFM style accusation that Sex Toys For Tots gave Goats for not putting on her sexy school girl outfit soon enough. After the hash went in peace, we adjourned back down the street to the pavilion where we enjoyed a fine feast of chicken, coleslaw, baked beans, MFP’s World Famous Deviled eggs, and of course the crabs, nice big fat juicy ones, that this hash is held in honor of. Some fine deserts were brought out also. And so was a PA, that was utilized by some pretty drunk, pretty unprepared hashers. Anyway, after we had used up our time there we headed back to Bumpy Beavers place. And many hashers chipped in to help by carrying things back, while yours truly helped by eating as much of the food as possible so there was that much less to carry. A full night of partying awaited those of us who decided to stick around. And many, many of us did. Several drinking games like the standard battle shots were set up in Bumpy Beaver’s driveway and in front of her She-Shed, that we hung out in and told stories. There was also a fine bon fire in the back yard, and we were entertained by a fine live band playing on the back patio called Freelance, whose lineup coincidently includes a few of our fellow hashers, along with Tour De Puke who also joined them for a few songs. And yours truly who attempted to join them for one. After trail shenanigans also included a midnight naked trail hared by, big surprise, Cause For Blindness. And those of us who stayed the night, were treated to a fine breakfast of egg casserole and donuts along with a Bloody Mary bar and plenty of coffee. A few folks had a bit of a rough night, as is par for a sleepover hash, but since they have had their fair share of public embarrassment they shall remain nameless for the moment. All and All it was one of our bigger and better run events. No sarcasm included in that comment this time. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1263 this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |