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| Hash Number: | 1264 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1264 |
| When: | Oct. 3, 2018 |
| Where: | Delcastle Recreation Center, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Devil Woman Toxic Shock | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1264 When: Saturday, October 3, 2018 at 3pm HST Where: Delcastle Recreational Park, Pike Creek(ish), DE Who Hare: Devil Woman and Toxic Shock What Else: Bring your thinking caps. Friendlies: Doggies? Kiddies? It will be easier if you don't bring doggies or kiddies. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take exit 5A-5B towards Rt 141 N (towards Newport). From Rt 141 take Exit 6A-6B towards Newark/Lancaster. Merge onto Rt 2 Kirkwood Highway. From Kirkwood Highway turn right onto Duncan Road.. Take Duncan Road to the traffic light T-stop at McKennan's Church Road. Turn left onto McKennan's Church Road, go to the second (main) entrance to Delcastle Recreation Area on the left, turn in, look for hashers, and park. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Cause for Blindness Cousin It Devil Woman Happy Ending Jubal Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Shit Out of Luck Shuttlecock Slutmaster Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Wet Lay Wishboneher With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1264 So, the slobbering pack met up at the main parking lot of Delcastle Recreational Park in Pike Creek(ish), DE on a partially sunny, but windy and chilly, finally fall-ish, mid 50-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, October 13, 2018 A.D.Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Cousin It, With Horns On His Tits, The Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Shit Out of Luck, Shuttlecock, Slut Master, Cause for Blindness, Jubal, Spitbucket, Mount Me, Wishboneher, Woody and . . .? Our hares for today were Devil Woman and Toxic Shock with special ass-istance provided by Happy Ending. Devil and Toxic and Happy nicely stepped-up to save the day by filling this hare-less date last week, otherwise hare-raiser Bunion Butt was going to have to step in, and since he controls the weather, it may have snowed today. Though this is one of our favorite hashing spots, Wishboneher managed to get herself lost in the parking lot (though we all had to drive over the On In mark to get here), but alas made it to our starting location where we had inconspicuously taken over half the lot and were readjusting to drinking cold beer in cold weather again. Toxic Shock then threw down 3 marks for chalk-talk: a flour blob, a check and an arrow pointing in the wrong direction. And when some of the wanks questioned, “That’s it?” she then jogged the marbles in her head a little more and added a False and more-importantly a Beer Near. Then Devil explained why she had warned us that we would need our “thinking caps” today, but hashers being hashers, most of us had left them at home. Devil circled us up and counted us off into two teams (you’re #1 and you’re #2) and in the likely event that we forgot our numbers, she marked us with her sharpie. We were then informed that there would be baggies containing puzzle pieces on trail with a #1 or a #2 on them. We were to collect the baggies for our respective teams and whoever managed to put their puzzle together at the end first would win a prize. Then she had us line up as teams and instructed us that we were to move forward on trail playing the centipede game, in which the last person in line has to run to the front, and so on and so forth. So, we started out standing in place doing this, which sort-of worked. Then we decided that the lines should start walking ... then running. Once wankers started falling off the back, mayhem ensued and the two lines became an amoeba of chaos head-ing toward the trees and paved path, though not knowing if we were yet on trail. Then Pube and Shuttlecock found some marks to the left at a check, so ... On-On! We head-ed down the bike path, jumping between grassy field and pavement and apparently both teams found the first baggies of puzzle pieces somewhere along the way. Eventually, we hit an arrow near Brandywine Springs School where we found the Beer Near quickly, but no beer was near. Figuring that Happy Ending had not yet reached the appointed destination, the FRB’s dicked-around for a while until everyone else caught up, including the hares, who explained that the Beer was “near,” but not “here.” And so, we head-ed around the school and on the other side of the parking lot was Happy Ending waiting for us with a cooler of beer and a soccer ball, which got kicked around and landed on Mount Me’s face, which is why hashers cannot have nice things. After we had enjoyed our beers for a while, Jubal disappeared on trail while Devil had the teams line up in an attempt to do the centipede game again, which dissolved quicker than the first attempt, but after all, we had a few more beverages in us by this point. On-On! We head-ed back the way we had cum until we hit the bike path and Jubal which pointed us to the right this time. Trail cut off into a grassy field where we had to look around for marks in the grass for a while. MFP found the next set of puzzle pieces hidden in some rocks, so we snatched them up while Pube ran in the wrong direction, yours-truly hash-crashed into a hole again and Orgy and Spitbucket found trail in the parking lot on the other side of the field. On-On! Trail wound us around back toward the car where Pube stepped-off to the side, ensuring that Shuttlecock was first to the On In that we had all already driven-over on the way here. And so, we waited for all the other wanks while trying to prevent each other from prematurely piecing their puzzles together. Once all were back, Devil had us line up to play the centipede game for the last bags of puzzle pieces, however Cousin It kept sprinting toward her by himself, so we had to reign him in and keep doing it over until Devil was satisfied ... or just gave up on us jackasses. So then, the two teams dumped their puzzle pieces onto the ground and attempted to put together pictures of My Little Pony while others simply drank more and yelled out incoherent instructions. Once the dust had settled, team #2 emerged victorious and were awarded the prizes of drink coasters, while the runners-up, team #1 were provided with a bag full of shooters because they were too drunk already to put their puzzle together anyway. And so, RA, Wishboneher circled us up for the insults, accolades, accusations and songs. The hares drank for not having enough puzzles on their shitty trail and not keeping the drunk centipedes together. Cousin It was declared first in for his sprinting performance along with Shuttlecock who hadn’t realized we were back. The ‘wets,’ Wetter the Better and Wet Lay drank for DFL. With Horns On His Tits, Shuttlecock, Wetter, Shit Out of Luck and others drank for disappearing to lands near and far and being interuptuses and yours-truly drank for hash-crashing. Orgy-Porgy drank for complaining that the Beer Near was not near enough. The teams drank for their triumphs or failures, depending on one’s perspective. Bunion Butt and a few others drank for head-gear. Shuttlecock drank for paying hash cash with quarters, which Cause for Blindness wanted for her laundry. And after all ‘dry lips’ drank the rest, Woody was summoned to declare that the hash get a piece and get the hell out of there. Following circle, we gathered up at the Pour House, which was used to be Bank Shots, and were treated to many pizzas, salad, pumpkin bars, and more beer, more beer, more beer. We were eventually joined by late-cummers and beer festival aficionados Jewel of Duh-Nile, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, OPP and DSP and enjoyed listening to some throw-back tunes from someone’s giant red ghettoblaster. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1265/Philly Hash #2000 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |