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| Hash Number: | 1263 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1263 |
| When: | Oct. 6, 2018 |
| Where: | Talley Day Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Slutmaster Woody Woodpecker | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1263 When: Saturday, October 6, 2018 at 3pm HST Where: Talley Day Park, Foulk Rd., north Wilmington Who Hare: Slutmaster and Woody What Else: You will get your feet wet. Friendlies: Dogs? No. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, get off at Rt.202. Follow signs for Rt.202 north and Foulk Rd.(Rt.261 north). Go about 1 mile on Foulk Rd. Cross over Shipley Rd. and turn right at the next light into Talley Day Park. A library will be on your right. Proceed to the rear, turn left, look for hashers and park. | Hashers |
| Bunion Butt Cousin It Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster Toxic Shock Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1263 So, the slobbering pack met up at the Talley Day Park with the other mangy mutts near the bark park in the nicer, north 202 part of Wilmington, DE on a cloudy, misty, mid 70-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, October 6, 2018 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Dirty Wet Pussy, Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Magic Carpet Ride, Do Me On the Beach, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Devil Woman, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Cousin It, Toxic Shock and . . .? Our hares for today were Woody and Slut Master, who back in their day used saw dust and smoke signals to mark trail because flour hadn’t been invented yet. So whilst we sipped on some suds and watched the canines in the park getting some exercise, Slut Master meticulously laid down some marks explaining how us hounds would be getting our exercise today. Slut Master informed us there would be the ‘standardized’ flour blobs and some checks in either white or ‘buff’ colored chalk. While we hung on his every word, he laid down a backwards F which we took to mean you’ve been extra fucked, which he eventually turned into a Beer Near ... and there was much rejoicing. Woody upped the ante by tying an orange ribbon onto a shrub and telling us we should look for these too (ribbons or shrubs, we could not be certain). Then he drew a true-trail arrow pointing to the beer coolers .... and there was much rejoicing until we were told to quit fucking around and get the hell on trail, so ... On-On! We picked-up marks onto a bike path which then led us into some shiggy where we found flour marks on trees leading into the back of some ‘private property,’ where the owner came out and yelled-splained to Orgy-Porgy exactly where her property line went. After we thanked her for the fascinating urban planning lesson, we continued on into a field by Brandywine High School where we ran around aimlessly looking for marks for a while until Toxic Shock found trail along the fence line. On-On! We checked to the right along another bike path which led us out into the surrounding neighborhood where we checked many checks and pounded much pavement until we head-ed through a little woodsy clearing in the back of a church parking lot. Here we found a Beer Near mark, except for yours-truly who blew by it and hit the next check before realizing that everyone else thought it would be better to drink at this moment. And so, while we sipped our swill and took bets on when the DFL would appear, Devil, Do Me and Toxic Shock walked some laps in the parking lot and decided that trail must go toward Silverside Road. Several silly wabbits head-ed that way while the rest of us remained on-hare with Woody who was shaking his head and strolling toward the woods. Skids found marks on the trees leading into someone’s backyard, so we whispered ‘on-on’ and tip-toed along the fence line until trail led out through a gate and around a paved loop. On-On! Eventually we banged a left on Silverside and crossed over Sorrel Drive where we found an arrow leading into some shiggy. There was a tit-check (followed by some and ignored by the rest), after which we spent some time chasing our tails until we found marks leading down, down into the creek. We played in the water and scampered over rocks for a while going in and out of the creek, finding and losing marks until we came to a bridge leading up to the back of a neighborhood where Slut Master was waiting for us at our second Beer Near. Those who wanted to keep their feet dry, including hare Woody, Devil and Wet Lay, joined us from the road whilst we waited for the others to wade their way through to the tasty piss-in-a-can. And once it was time to head-out, some of us waded back on trail into the creek while the rest of the wanks decided that Slut Master had decisively beaten them, and head-ed for home. On-On! We played in the creek some more and Skids picked-up a kid’s bucket so he could douse a few of us, then get doused himself later.. We stealthily head-ed up on the bank of someone’s backyard to make our path a little easier until trail brought us through more shiggy and up to a bridge where Slut Master was waiting for us a Beer Near #3. The pack had thinned-out at this point, but those of us who were left enjoyed the last of the brews while Bunion Butt relieved himself in full view of most of us and we determined that trail would indeed lead us under the bridge and further on through the creek. So ... On-On! We ducked under the bridge and nearly impaled ourselves on the slippery rocks until trail led us up the bank (where yours-truly slid into a vag-deep hole), but not before we spotted what looked like an alligator in the bottom of the creek (but no one was brave enough to find out if it bit). Into more shiggy and back into the creek we went where it got vag or balls-deep, until we finally crawled our way out and into the back of Talley Day Park, cumming out by the library and back to the cars. The wanks appeared from various directions, depending if/when they had abandoned trail and once most were present and somewhat accounted-for, we head-ed over to Slut Master’s house for circle. And so, circle began, songs were sung, down-downs were downed and accusations were flung-about. Woody played the dual role of hare and RA, so ended up drinking many times along with Slut Master for their shitty trail not being wet enough and not having enough beer stops. Senior Sex Toy joined the hares in drinking for hosting our sorry asses. Those who did not make it to the third beer stop drank for being intimidated by our 85-year-old hare. Devil and Orgy drank for being interuptusing world travelers. Lost and yours-truly drank for hash-crashing. Skids drank for his bucket. Some drank for using nerd names on trail and doing other stupid shit. And finally, Woody dismissed his own circle by declaring that the hash go in peace so we could eat already, though Cousin It had already polished-off a plate of food. Following circle, we were treated to Senior Sex Toy’s world famous meatball sandwiches, mac ‘n cheese, salad and ice cream. Laughs were laughed, beer was drank, balls were eaten and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1264 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |