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| Hash Number: | 1207 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1207 |
| When: | Sept. 16, 2017 |
| Where: | 1 Bassett Ave, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Gizz Specialist | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1207 When: Saturday, September 16, 2017, at 3pm, HDT Where: Howard J. Weston Senior Center, 1 Bassett Ave New Castle, DE Who Hare: Gizz Specialist What Else: I am pretty much a puss any more, might be some small water crossings involved; so just maybe a change of shoes/socks. Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: Trail -- yes. Après -- Bo is a bit anti-social with his own kind. D'erections: From I-95S, take I-295N to Wilmington/Dover exit (Rt. 13 south) stay left to Rt. 13 South. Left at the light onto Rt. 13 South, move over to far right lane. Turn right into Manor Park - Mcmullen Ave (just before the once upon a time Wendy’s, now a cash loan place– if you go past the Wawa, you have gone too far), continue straight to the stop sign (Bassett Ave), turn left, the parking lot is on you right.From I-95N: to 295N to Rt. 13 South/40 West exit. Come straight down the ramp (do not actually merge onto 13). Turn right into Manor Park - Mcmullen Ave (just before the once upon a time Wendy’s, now a cash loan place), continue straight to the stop sign (Bassett Ave), turn left, the parking lot is on you right. If you go past the Wawa on Rt. 13 South, you have gone too far, turn right at the next light (Bacon Ave), head straight to the end, at the stop sign turn right, parking lot will be on the left. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Gizz Specialist I am 17 Cumming on 18 It Still May Cum Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1207 So, the slobbering pack gathered up at the Howard J. Weston Senior Center in New Castle, DE for some Bingo, I mean a trail on a sunny, unseasonably hot mid 80-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, September 16, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Slut Master, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Do Me On the Beach, Woody, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Mary Fucking Poppins, Dirty Wet Pussy, Butt Lite, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Cousin It, Spunk Monkey, I am 17 Cumming on 18, Magic Carpet Ride, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Dead End, Jewels of Duh-Nile, She May Still Cum and ...? Our hare for today was Gizz Specialist with assistance from Just Chris and doggie, Bo. The hares looked a little sun-kissed when they arrived in the hot-ass parking lot, as clearly summer did not want to go away just yet. While we attempted to cool down with some tasty or not-so-tasty beers in the parking lot, Gizz threw down some marks as our RA, Mary Fucking Poppins attempted to shut us the fuck up with limited success. Gizz clued us in to the standard marks, aka flour blobs, checks (which did NOT include falses, so no marks meant you were fucked) and the all-important Beer Near. Then after most of the pack had completely shut off their brains, Gizz remembered that she forgot to tell us there would be some ribbons on part of trail and a Turkey/Eagle split. As previously stated, most of the pack did not get this information because they were too busy making shadow puppets of penises in the parking lot, or some other important business. But most of us were able to at least follow the true-trail arrow when the signal was given, so ... On-On! Most of the FRB’s started out in the wrong direction and ended up wandering around looking clueless when the marks ran out. The slower, smarter of the pack had stayed with the hare and were casually making their way up Carvel Avenue. Turns-out, if one had just stayed with the hare throughout trail (who, by the way, was walking in the middle of the pack most of the time), one would find one’s way without issue. However, this is the hash we’re talking about, so ... On-On! After checking some checks which had no marks in at least two directions, Jewels of Duh-Nile found trail leading to a wall, which to a hasher is meant to be climbed, so sure-enough, trail was found on the other side leading through what appeared to be someone’s yard where some locals asked us what exactly we were looking for (a lost dog, some beer, a clue?). Then trail headed us down Pennsylvania Avenue until we reached the Turkey/Eagle split that only some of the slobs remembered hearing about. On-On! The Eagles headed toward Route 13 while the Turkeys headed closer to the beer. Pube headed across the pedestrian bridge while Woody took his chances playing Frogger with traffic and the rest of us wandered around the intersection for a while until someone said, “Hey, I think these orange ribbons are for us!” Ya think?? And so, after we were clued-in to cross 13, we circled the neighborhood for a while until we were brought right back to Route 13 at a different pedestrian bridge pretty close to where we had started from. Well-played, hare. Well-played. On-On! Trail led us back through the first neighborhood until we came upon the much-anticipated Beer Near at the entrance to Chelsea Manor Park. The Turkeys had already parked themselves with their beverages in a nice, shady spot while waiting for the rest of us to finish chasing our tails. Speaking of the rest of us, we realized there were a few stragglers on the Eagle trail, including Jewels, Asshopper and Butt Lite who each got cheered-in when they one-by-one appeared cumming into the park entrance. But where was Skidmarks? As we would eventually learn, last night’s Oktoberfestivities were not setting well, so he had made a pit-stop at the local McDonald’s … or perhaps ordered himself a Happy Meal. Regardless, he entered the park with grand ovation to find out we already drank all the beer and were about to leave his ass. On-On! The next part of trail had us heading deeper into the park where we were able to add to our poison ivy collections and cross the creek a couple times while repeatedly losing and finding marks. Dirty Wet Pussy and a few others hash-crashed or left blood on trail just to keep things interesting. At last, we were released into the neighborhood which led us back to the old-folks place from which we had cum, but not before Pube hid in a bush so MFP could be first in. Eventually, everyone made it back to the hot-ass parking lot and we were instructed to gather a couple blocks away at Gizz’s house for circle, though we almost lost Cousin It in route. And so, our RA MFP got the insults and accolades going while allowing those lazy hashers who were sitting in a line of chairs like they were about to have a panel discussion, to remain seated. MFP himself drank for being first in, while Bunion Butt was chosen to drink as a proxy DFL while we waited for our lost Cousin to arrive. Several interuptuses drank, including Gizz, Just Chris, She May Still Cum, Magic and Spunk who had decided they needed a break from us for a while. I am 17 Cumming on 18 sang us one of her Richmond songs, then became our “songstress” of the evening by suggesting several musical numbers whenever they were called-for. She also accused MFP of forgetting her name, so for the rest of the evening she became ‘14 Cumming on 11’ and other assorted numerals. The hash-crashers and blood-letters were called-out, while Vomit Comet and Triple Whore Score showed up just in time to drink with Dead End drank for auto hashing and everyone who was wearing a matching hash shirt drank because there were many beers to get rid-of. Skids was made to drink for shitting on trail and Do Me drank for her and Circle’s anniversary and again for Circle who was not there to drink for his birthday. Gizz Specialist and Just Chris were called-out for leading their trail from the middle and for laying a shitty trail in general and finally Woody was allowed to peacefully request that the hash go in peace. Following circle we enjoyed some tasty bow-tie pasta with meatballs, tortellini with vodka sauce, salad and Guinness made by the lovely and talented chef Wet Lay. We hung out in Gizz’s back yard pounding more beers until the sun had sufficiently set and the tiki torches were lit. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1208 this Saturday. On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |