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| Hash Number: | 1027 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1027 - the Final Saturday Hash ‘til September |
| When: | May 3, 2014 |
| Where: | 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher Kum On Inn | Message |
| What? Hockessin Hash #1027, the Final Saturday Hash ‘til September When? Saturday, May 3, 2014, 3pm HST Who? Cribsnatcher & Kum-On-In Where? Deer Park Tavern, Main Street, Newark, DE. Why? It’s our founding father, Cribsnatcher! Consider it a prelube for the Red Dress Run, hared also by Cribsnatcher, Wednesday, May 7! D’erections: You all know where the Deer Park is. But in case you don't = http://www.deerparktavern.com/ordereze/Directions.aspx Dog Friendly: Highly unlikely. Sorry, furry friends. | Hashers |
| Bunion's Bitch Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Feral Pussy Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Nip Fuck Nucking Futz PubeHeAteHer The International House of Virgins Toxic Shock Wickwacker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1027 So the slobbering pack gathered up at the Deer Park tavern for the last Saturday hash of this season, on the fine spring day of Saturday, May the Turd, 2014 AD. This being a fine Spring Day and on Cinco De Mayo weekend, the fine looking cunts of U of D were out on full force on main street, scantily clad as usual for our viewing pleasure. Anyway, hashers I remember being present: Lost Penis, Do Me on the Beach, Nucking Futz, Wick Wacker, Dirty Wet Pussy, Yeast Infection, Toxic Shock, Feral Pussy, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bunions Bitch, Nip Fuck, Just Maddie, The International House of Virgins, Just Chris, Just Polly, Cousin It, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were our founding father, Crib Snatcher, and our hash horn, Kum on Inn, who forgot to bring the horn. And, so we ordered about 13 pints of Lager for the pre-lube. But it took us about half past three plus half way through the chalk talk to finish them all, you’re welcome for that by the way….. The arrow laid at the chalk talk more or less sent us in the right direction and off we went. On! On! From east main street to south main street the first mark led us. Some silly hashers thought it might go to the railroad tracks and so they investigated. Trail went down south main, until we found a check at the intersection of that and Amstel Avenue. With about 5 or 6 marks leading to a very small F mark at the base of some tree. On! On! True trail went under the railroad bridge and into the Rodney Dorm complex and into the “labyrinth” as it was called by our hares. We found several false trails and a trail leading to a dead end with a “Ha!” mark to greet us. DWP, for some reason thought true trail went back to the tracks and got herself lost for a bit. True trail was eventually found by one of our virgins, in a small alleyway. On! On! We came out on the other side of Rodney, where we witnessed a big party of U of D students, who were enjoying jumping up and down on a trampoline and a….I don’t know, one of those big inflatable amusements, whatever it’s called. We found marks leading up to hillside road and a check. On! On! True trail went up Dallam Road into the Oakland’s neighborhood. We found a check on old oak road, but no double secret beer stop, for there are a few of us hashers who live around those parts. True trail, discovered by Nip Fuck and Just Maddie, went up Dallam Road a bit and into the Nottingham Green sub-development eventually making its way out to West Main Street. And so we had all the main streets of Newark during that day’s pleasant stroll. We found Crib and Cousin It in the parking lot of Newark Country club with some beers awaiting us. We enjoyed, or tried to anyway, drinking the swill beer still left over from Spunk Monkeys administration. And we figured if we got any flack from the Country Club we’d just tell them that two of their esteemed members, Tom and Barbara Marshall said it was okay. Hee, hee, ho, hum. Speaking of them, Do Me on the Beach got quickly bored and suggested that we get moving soon, before most of us finished our brews. And so there was a lot of alcohol abuse as we nourished the weeds in the parking lot. On! On! Trail went past the Country Club club house, where Nucking Futz found out to her dismay that she was not permitted to use the bathroom there. On! On! Trail went through the back side of the First Presbyterian Church and into the woods and the shiggy behind that. After crossing a muddy creek, the check sign was no longer very legible and we got delayed again trying to find true trail as we hung out in Wilson park for a few minutes. But lucky, for Nucking Futz, there was a porta-potty there. Good thing she could hold her water till then. One of our virgins, Just Chris found true trail going up New London road and into the woods and the shiggy around the towers. Trail took us a down and through a steep stream before we reached the gravel road that the power company uses. At the end of the road where it meets the one called Creek, we found Crib and Cousin it again waiting for us, and this time they had snacks. We enjoyed more swill brews and Pringles and pretzels and some fine conversation before heading back on the marks. On! On! We went up the Palmory trail where we found a check. Our FRB, Just Chris found many marks going out towards Papermill Road, and I guess that’s where the true trail went. But Bunions Bitch found the On! In! mark, just a few yards up North College, so that’s where we went. We found an arrow pointing us behind some U of D building that took us to the parking lot of the Deer Park tavern, with Bunion’s Bitch and Just Maddie pretty much being tied for first in. The last in this time, was the last out….of the bathroom after we started running circle, Nip Fuck. With neither of our new and esteemed RAs being present that day, your former one, MFP did an encore performance as we circled next to the dumpsters behind the Deer Park. And while we got a brief drive by from the Po-Po, all he gave was dirty looks. Penalties and Awards were dished out. Our two virgins Just Chris and Just Polly did their first down-downs like champs. Apparently they heard about the hash from a certain electrical inspector we know, while he was inspecting their house. I think I forgot to make Cousin It drink for auto-hashing, but there’s always a next time. After this brief and not intense circle, announcements were made, and we headed back into the Deer Park. The big long table on the Second floor balcony they set up for us. And we enjoyed some nachos and some other appetizers, to go along with our Lagers on this fine spring day, before going inside for a bit to catch the horse race. All and All it wasn’t as shitty of a trail as I and many of you would have expected. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1028, The Red Dress Run, this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |