Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:1254
What:Hockessin Hash #1254 - Dancing Fool and Spunk Monkey's Hash Analversary
When:Aug. 8, 2018
Where:235 Whitehorse Lane, Kennett Square, PA
Hares:Dancing Fool
Mandible Down
Spunk Monkey
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What:  Hockessin Hash #1254, Dancing Fool and Spunk Monkey's Hash Analversary
When:  Wednesday, August 8, 2018 at 6:30 PeeEm HST
Where:  Whitehorse Lane, Kennett Square, PA 19348 farthest parking lot from the buildings
Who Hare:  Spunk Monkey and hopefully a mystery hare What Else:  Trail may encounter a little bit of water, so don't forget a dry bag.
Friendlies:  Pets/fuck trophies -- negative.
Hash Cash:  $7
D'erections:  There are many ways to Kennett Square from points in Delaware and southern PA/NJ.  Here's the map, https://goo.gl/maps/X7m3MdzR52U2
Hashers
American Halfass
Anal Drip
Bunion Butt
Butt Lite
Closing Time
Dancing Fool
Dirty Wet Pussy
Do Me On the Beach
F6
Groper
Hare Today Cum Tomorrow
Jewel of Duh-Nile
Jubal
Lost Penis
Mandible Down
Mount Me
NecroPheelMeUp
Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie
Pickle Dick
PubeHeAteHer
Shit Out of Luck
Skidmarks
Smells Like Hash Spirit
Spunk Monkey
Tinsel Tits
Tits of Steel
Two Buck Fuck
Wet Lay
Woody Woodpecker
Hash Trash
Trash for Hockessin Hash #1254
So, the slobbering pack met up at Spunk Monkey’s playground, aka place of employment, on Whitehorse Lane in smells-like-shit Kennett Square, PA on a hot, muggy, upper 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, August 8, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Do Me On the Beach, Dirty Wet Pussy, Woody, Wet Lay, Groper, Bunion Butt, Mount Me, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, 2 Buck Fuck, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, F6, Closing Time, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Jew Ball, American Half-Ass, Shit Out of Luck, Butt Lite, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Greg, Tits of Steel and . . .?
Our hares for today were professional delegator, Spunk Monkey along with his co-hare Dancing Fool and mystery hare, Mandible Down who hasn’t been seen since Wingnuts told him to go fuck himself after the trail he laid 3 years ago in this very location. Since this was to be a live trail, Spunk decided to throw down every potential mark he could think of for chalk-talk including several different versions of checks, 3 tits in a row, some dicks, some more tits, YBF (you’ve been fucked), arrows (true or suggested), photo stop, naughty stop, song stop, dancing mark, etc., etc., etc., but all we really cared about was knowing there would be a Shot Stop and Beer Near at some point. So after Spunk asked for a 15-minute grace period and we told him 12 would do just fine, the three hares took off through the parking lot while we cracked-open some more tasty Hamm’s, Busch, and Keystone Light in an attempt to hydrate our already sweaty bodies prior to head-ing out on this sure-to-be-adventuresome trail. Surprisingly enough, we actually waited almost 12 whole minutes before we decided we better get on with it and a few hashers made sure they had their phones on them just in case they needed to call an Uber, so ...
On-On!
We quickly identified marks in orange flour and followed them through the parking lot and out to the road where we found our first check. Pube went straight, Skids went right and yours-truly went left, eventually calling On-On and leading most of the pack astray on a very long You’ve Been Fucked. Turns out, Skids had been on track, so we followed him down McFarlan Road, checked right at a fence and ran through some backyards until we hit our first patch of shiggy. Here we spent some time trying to locate pieces of toilet paper that Spunk enjoys marking trail with, in case anyone needs to blow their nose or wipe their ass along the way. We followed F6 through a field with a bunch of discarded car parts and other assorted metal crap and spent a while looking around for marks aimlessly which allowed the rest of the pack to catch up. Skids ventured down a steep embankment and Orgy came tumbling after, though he claims to have merely thrown his body upon a large branch to break it up for the rest of us. We completely missed the marks we were supposed to follow, but instead someone found a boob check somewhere else, so we went to look at some tits for a while.
On-On!
The pack scattered in many directions, but finally picked-up marks again further through a field, but as far as we knew, Skids was still in the ditch. Eventually we crossed some creeks where Woody cursed and screamed for a bit until we came out to Route 82 and hit a check. Pube went right, Orgy went left, and both called On-On, so it was left up to the pack who to follow, but most people just stood around, staring into space, waiting for a cosmic sign. Turns out, Pube had guessed right and most of us made our way behind Gran Sasso’s Pizza place where a Beer Quest mark was found and Dancing Fool appeared after having cleaned-up most of Kennett Square by then. Our quest was not too difficult, as there was a cooler of PBR’s waiting for us behind a food truck. And so, we re-hydrated while some of the pack shed various articles of clothing and eventually, Orgy appeared right as we were about to get back on trail.
On-On!
Trail headed down Walnut Street, but most of the FRB’s had forgotten to pay attention and nearly missed the left turn into the YMCA parking lot and past the lovely looking outdoor pool. There was a 3-boob mark and apparently only Pickle Dick got to see a few of those. After posing at a photo stop on a covered bride, it was back into more shiggy by the creek where Dancing Fool was sweeping trail near the front of the pack. Apparently a Shot Near was found in a shitty patch of shiggy, so the FRB’s nicely transported it across the creek to a nicer spot, which is where trail went anyway. So we enjoyed a mystery bottle of cough-syrupy stuff which inoculated all of us from any potential diseases we picked-up on trail and before long we were led into civilization again. We smacked each other’s asses at the naughty stop just as an impromptu ice cream truck stop was enjoyed by Lost, Dirty and Tits of Steel.
On-On!
After a half-hearted effort at a song check, most of the pack caught back up to the FRB’s who were running all different directions on another check, but eventually we found trail down some side streets, past some shit-smelling warehouses, up a gut-busting hill, through a dance-dance-dance chalk mark and to the On-In in back of Spunk’s workplace. Pube found a J-check right before the end, so he disappeared for a while as the rest of us were reunited with Spunk and Mandible Down, who congratulated us for being only about 5 minutes behind them.
And so, once everyone had made it back before the sun had completely set, RA Woody circled us up in the parking lot so we could sing and insult each other for a while. The hares drank for their shitty trail and for their hash analversaries, Spunk and Mandible Down having hashed 8 and 7 years, while Dancing Fool was recognized for hashing longer than Jewels has been alive (31). F6 was recognized for FRB, while Pube drank for being first-in to all of the stops. Jew Ball, Mandible Down and several others drank for interruptusing and Orgy drank for hash-crashing. F6 was made to drink for becoming a grandfather this week and ultimately being responsible for yet another ‘F’ added to the family. And finally, after we drank a social to ‘Fuck Wingnuts’ and after Woody attempted to dismiss his own circle a few times, he at last declared that the hash go in peace.
Following circle, we gathered up inside Spunk’s dining hall where he spends most of his work day, and he treated us to a fine, tasty spread of giant chicken legs in some bangin’ sauce, rice and chick peas. More beer, more beer and some wine was enjoyed and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1255 this Wednesday.
On-On!
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