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| Hash Number: | 1130 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1130 |
| When: | April 9, 2016 |
| Where: | William Penn High School, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1130 When: Saturday, April 9, 2016 at 3:00 pm, HST Where: William Penn High School in beautiful New Castle Delaware (713 E. Basin Road, New Castle, DE 19720) Who Hare: Bunion Butt Friendlies: Dogs -- Trail yes, Apres no. Good boy! D'erections: From I-95 take the Rt. 141 East exit toward New Castle. Stay on Rt 141 for 2.5 miles (crossing Rt. 13) then turn right into William Penn HS. Park & Hash.Call Bunion Butt with any questions | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Fast Eddie Groper Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Miss Pissylvania Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1130 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in a corner of the parking lot of the Ye’ William Penn High school in good ole’ New Castle on the fine, crisp afternoon of April the 9th, 2016 AD, though it felt more like February the 9th, with the weather being the way that it was. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Dirty Wet Pussy, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Mount Me, Do Me on the Beach, Circle Jerk w/ Fast Eddie, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Dead End, Dancing Fool, Mary Fucking Poppins, Miss Piss w/ some dog, Just Glen, Kum On Inn, Devil Woman, Wet Lay, Woody, Groper, Rack Attack, and many, many others. Our hare for the day was Bunion Butt, and I think for the 18th time this year in honor of his birthday for the 2nd or 3rd time, which he informed us was a month or so before hand. And so us hashers enjoyed our brews for a little while along with the wind and the rain and the sub 40 degree temperatures until Bunion Butt, and or our late arriving RA Skidmarks, in his fancy work clothes, circled us up. The clever Bunion Butt gave us his chalk talk informing us that trail that day would be once again marked in tiny little orange colored flour with a possible check back and a beer stop or three. About 20 or 30 past 3 we were off. On! On! We followed the arrow pointing towards the parking gate and down Rt. 273 we went, until Dancing Fool found us a mark, and then another and then another, and then they ran out. The pack was stumped for a little while trying to figure out where the trail changed direction exactly giving Skidmarks time to get changed and the always late cumming Kum On Inn a chance to catch up relatively quickly. After going back and forth over a drainage ditch somebody found another one of Bunion Butt’s tiny marks. On! On! Trail traversed the north side of William Penn high, then went past the first of many Porta-Potty’s. There were marks going around both sides of the baseball field, but they ran out in one direction (possibly a check back that no one saw?) and kept going in another. And as we were leaving the school property, Mount Me performed another one of her staged hash crashes. On! On! Trail went out to some dirt road and then behind a gigantic shopping center, where we found Bunion Butt and his rusty truck with our beer for our first beer near. We enjoyed our brews for a while as it briefly stopped raining. Telling all manner of stories and what not. And giving Dancing Fool the chance to fill up his sack beyond capacity. Then eventually we got back on trail. On! On! Trail went behind a Home Depot, and then in front of it. We missed where the intended direction was meant to be going this way and that, before Necro or Pube found it again. We ran across the road towards the famous New Castle Farmers market and through the parking lot where the flea market takes place finding an orange mark in front of the door taking this as a cue that we were to go through. On! On! We waltzed through the New Castle Farmer market getting in the way of many people. Some hashers like Do Me, took the long way whilst others, like Skidmarks took the short, but eventually we all converged to the same place, the other side of the parking lot, where we found Bunion and his truck for our second beer near. We enjoyed some brews once again while we were treated to some more rain. We downed these beers a little more quickly than last time before quickly getting back on trail On! On! We ran, waltzed, strolled and waddled down Rt. 273 back towards William Penn. Our two front running bitches, NecroFeelMeUp and Kum On Inn, decided for some reason to take the long asphalt way back to the parking lot, while the stumbling PubeHeAteHer, after several tries, managed to find the shorter way, being first in once again, even though he wasn’t running much by this point. The rest of the pack followed suit, with Miss Piss getting the honor of being last in some how. After a little while, and some fumbling with a screw driver, Bunion Butt was able to get the tailgate of his truck to go down and circle was eventually commenced. Awards and Penalties were dished out, songs were sung. Our hare Bunion Butt got to drink a few extra for forgetting to take his hat off. Mount Me got to drink again for staging another hash crash. Wetter the Better got to drink for boasting that she could gulp down a cup of beer as fast as the rest of us and demonstrated this point. Everybody who admitted to using the Porta-Can on trail also did a down-down. In the middle of this, the auto-hashing and very dry Woody appeared in the parking lot, claiming to have had some car trouble that afternoon as his excuse. So the auto hashers drank as did the people wearing jeans, as did many other people including our virgin Just Glenn. After circle was closed, we headed off to the New Famous Pats on Rt. 273, which managed to keep some of the pictures from the Old Famous Pats on Kirkwood highway. And there we apre’d, and were treated, to my great surprise!!, not to pizza, though there were two pizza places next store, but instead to build your own soft tacos, with your choices of chicken or pork or without. And there we enjoyed some more brews as we were joined by the auto hashing Wetlay, Rack Attack, and Groper, who claimed teaching a yoga hash as her excuse. After about half of us left, our virgin Just Glen, rounded us up for a picture so he could prove to his Facebook friends, that he also has friends in real life. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1131 this Saturday.On! On! MFP | |