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| Hash Number: | 1212 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1212 |
| When: | Oct. 21, 2017 |
| Where: | 410 Upper Snuff Mill Row, Yorklyn, DE |
| Hares: | Devil Woman Spit Bucket | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1212 When: Saturday, October 21, 2017, at 3pm, HDT Where: Center for Creative Arts, 410 Upper Snuff Mill Row, Yorklyn, DE Who Hare: Spitbucket & Devil Woman What Else: This will be a Cowboy themed hash. Why? Because I have 25 disposable foam cowboy hats that I need to get rid of! So add some Cowboy flair – or don’t. You’re still getting a damn hat though. If anyone has a horse, that would be cool. I’m talking Clydesdale. Hash Cash: $10.00. Don’t bitch! The apres beer and food is more expensive and you’re getting a friggin’ hat! Friendlies: Water friendly. In other words, there will be some significant water crossings. Small dogs will need to be carried. Not sure about dogs at apres (If we’re outside, then yes. Inside, no.) D'erections: See here. Or, from downtown Hockessin on Rt. 41 Northbound, turn right onto Yorklyn Rd. Go 2 miles and jog slight left onto Lower Snuff Mill Rd. Go 0.2 miles and veer right to stay on Lower Snuff Mill. Entrance to CCA will be 100 ft on right | Hashers |
| Asshopper Biatch Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Gaydar The Penetrator Groper Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit No Time for Pussy Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer RaidR Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Up the Rear Wet Lay Wingnuts Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1212 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the bee-infested parking lot of the Center for Creative Arts on Upper Snuff Mill Row in Yorklyn, DE on a sunny, summer-like, upper 70-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, October 21, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Dead End, Mary Fucking Poppins, No Time For Pussy, RaidR, BEEotch, Slutmaster, Dirty Wet Pussy, Just Eileen, Groper, Wingnuts, Orgy Porgy Put-N-Pie, Night Deposit, Do Me On the Beach, Circle Jerk, Toxic Shock, Up the Rear, Gaydar the Penetrator, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Woody, Mount Me and . . .? Our hares for today were Devil Woman and Spit Bucket, who declared that this would be a cowboy-themed hash since for some reason, Spit Bucket had a box full of yellow foam cowboy hats just sitting around at his house. So as the saying goes, ‘you attract more bees with beer’, or something like that, our gathering was invaded by a swarm of bees trying to pollinate our giant yellow hats, so we did our best not to piss them off and somehow, no one ended up stung. And once our RA, Mary Fucking Poppins successfully backed his car into a giant pot-holed parking spot after several attempts and many hashers yelling out unsolicited instructions to him, chalk talk was able to commence. The hares informed us that there would be the usual flour blobs, checks, falses, a song check (where we were to wait for everyone before bursting into verse), a ‘be very careless’ (when Frogger-ing through traffic), a check-back perhaps and the ever-important Beer Near. And so, the yeller-hatted band of deranged-looking cowboys trotted away from the OK Corral Center for Creative Arts and headed out yonder following the true arrow down the happy trail and ... On-On! Trail had us crossing Creek Road at a check where Skidmarks took the road less traveled-by, not to be heard from for a while. Turns-out, there was an arrow pointing into the creek that Spit Bucket then stood next to letting us know we were not passing Go without getting wet, so into the drink we went. After we cooled our heels and splashed around for a bit, we were led out onto a grassy bank where Pube and Orgy Porgy were looking for marks. Then, just over yonder guardrail where we had just been, Devil Woman was spotted laying an arrow on the ground. So after we circle-jerked the wagon train, we headed back down Creek Road, across Lower Snuff Mill Row and into a land preserve of some sort. On-On! Uphill we climbed where a few checks slowed down the FRB’s until we figured-out that we just needed to keep heading up, up, up where we somehow found ourselves following Wingnuts to the titty-top. Once we crested the hill, we found trail heading into the woods. Marks on trees led us down, down, down through the shiggified forest until a Beer Near or a giant smudge of flour was spotted on a tree and Devil Woman was waiting on the side of Creek Road with cans of piss to whet our whistles. To avoid getting side-swiped by passing traffic, we congregated closer to the Private Property sign, figuring that regardless of the hazard, we couldn’t ALL be run-over or shot. Here we were joined by Skidmarks who had done some sort of ‘No-No,’ but somehow sniffed-out the beer at our dusty crossroads. Then, for some reason, a few cars stopped to ask us for directions as if a gaggle of foam hat-wearing assholes looked like they had a clue about anything. And so, after we most-assuredly got the passing travelers more lost, it was time to get ourselves more lost and head back on trail into the sunset, so ... On-On! We headed alongside Creek Road until yet another arrow was spotted, pointing us directly into the creek. While we all tried to navigate over the slippery rocks without killing ourselves, Orgy Porgy just danced his way through in his giant boots and giant yellow hat, leaving us suckers all in his wake. Once safe-ishly to the other side, we climbed up a steep bank where we got confused on a check and everyone spread out in all directions over the hillside. Finally, marks were spotted down a dirt road where we came upon the song check. After everyone had arrived, Woody led us in an arousing rendition of “Why were we born so beautiful…” and since no one had the answer to that question, we all continued down the dusty trail. On-On! Trail led us out into a legit-looking park area with some paved paths and locals strolling around. Most of us were not thwarted by the checks and simply headed back in the direction of the cars ... except for Woody who wound up running up a hill only to hit a check-back leading him straight back down ... silly wanker. Once the On In was spotted on Creek Road, Pube faked an injury and Skids and yours-truly slowed down to “help,” so Orgy Porgy sprinted to become FRB with much encouragement. On the way in, we picked-up Mount Me and Cousin It who were wandering around looking like they needed something to do and we all circled-up around a picnic table outside the art center. On-On! And so, our RA Mary Fucking Poppins got the insults, accolades and songs aplenty going. Spit Bucket and Devil Woman drank for their shitty trail and also for making poor Skidmarks lose his way in the beginning. Orgy Porgy drank to celebrate being FRB. Interuptuses Toxic Shock, Up the Rear, Night Deposit and Wingnuts drank for pretending not to know us. The Wetter the Better drank for being best-dressed and she also serenaded Groper and her sister, Just Eileen with a song from her homeland for having birthdays this week 4 days apart. Circle Jerk showed up just in time to drink with Cousin It, Mount Me, and Dead End for auto-hashing. RaidR and BEEotch drank with our visitor from New Orleans, No Time For Pussy who had so much fun last week, he just had to cum again. And since they couldn’t cum up with a song, dog Scout hopped up on the table and barked one of his own. Woody and Skids drank for doing more or less of trail than was necessary and finally, Woody was called-upon to declare that the hash get a piece. Following circle we moseyed over to the Dew Point Brewery where the hares provided us with official-looking bracelets that got us two beers each, once they clarified to the bartenders that yes, they knew us. We also were treated to an assortment of subs and chips and later in the night, several games of cornhole were played and some live music occurred and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1213 this Saturday, the joint Blue Hen/H4 campout hash.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |