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| Hash Number: | 1214 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1214 |
| When: | Nov. 4, 2017 |
| Where: | 4 Polly Drummond Shopping Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1214 When: Saturday, November 4, 2017, at 3:00pm HDT Where: Famous Tim's in Polly Drummond Shopping Center Why: It's a brand new Famous bar, we will christen it H4 style! Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: Dogs and kids are welcome on trail, but not in the tavern. D'erections: From I-95, exit onto Route 273 West toward Newark. Turn right then a quick left onto Red Mill Road, which turns into Polly Drummond Hill Road after crossing Kirkwood Highway. It's in the same shopping center as McGlynn's. Look for hashers | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Bunion's Bitch Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Closing Time Cousin It Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1214 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the Polly Drummond Shopping Center parking lot across from the brand new Famous Tim’s bar on a sunny, slightly chilly but finally fall-like, mid 50-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, November 4, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Mary Fucking Poppins, Slutmaster, Groper, Do Me On the Beach, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Woody, Mount Me, Butt Lite, Bunion’s Bitch, Wishboneher, Devil Woman, The International House of Virgins, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Magic Carpet Ride, Cause for Blindness and ... oh yeah, Perfect Woman, F6, Closing Time and baby Alex came to the parking lot to say ‘hi/bye’! Our hares for today were Bunion Butt and our hare-raiser Wet Lay, who graciously filled the gap in the sign-up list as no wankers could be persuaded, bribed, or strong-armed into taking this vacancy. Fortunately, Wet Lay had the sign-up board ready and all whose names were not written-down were accosted, guilted, shamed and threatened until all dates prior to Christmas were filled and several beyond. And so, the pack has been spared from Pube’s threats of setting a one-way 10-mile trail to nowhere for at least a few more weeks. Whilst we sipped our suds outside the bar, Bunion Butt explained that we would be taking a lovely tour of all things Wet Lay, that is scenes from her childhood neighborhood including her elementary school and former house which was marked with a special yellow-chalk star. Other marks included the usual flour or chalk marks, checks, falses, a check-back 3, an unmentioned turkey/eagle split, some Be Very Careless warnings, 1 or 2 beer nears depending on how much beer was left at the first one and a Jolly-J stop for 12, i.e., the FRB who came upon them was to distribute 6 shooters to the first 6 FRB’s and 6 shooters to the last 6 DFL’s (or just drink them all for him or herself and see what happens). So then we were instructed to follow the true-trail arrow directing us to go out and play in traffic. On-On! Across New Linden Hill Road we ventured into the Wilson Elementary School yard where a once innocent Wet Lay spent her formative years. Jewels had some time to test out the swings as we bounded down the back of the school yard toward Dewalt Road. Soon enough we came upon some shiggy, but not before Skids discovered the special Jolly-J for 12 stop consisting of 11 full shooters of whiskey and one empty one (apparently Bunion Butt had to test one out to make sure it was good) in a rather antique-ish looking box. According to Bunion Butt, these bottles had been in some guy’s garage for maybe longer than any of us have been on this earth, so they even tasted a little antique-ish. Most of the FRB’s who received their shooters ran back to distribute the rest to the DFL’s, except for Pube who violated the rules by drinking and dashing. So, once those lucky enough to receive a bottle had choked it down, off into the shiggy we went. On-On! We headed down into a ditch, across a little stream, then up the other side and down some deer trails. The hares were strolling mid-pack for the most part as Wet Lay was in no way going to be last in on her own trail. Eventually we came upon the much-anticipated Beer Near stashed next to a cross grave marker with a cinder block in front of it. As we speculated on what could possibly be buried here (forest animal, family pet, grandma), we enjoyed some much-needed beer chasers after those vintage whiskey shots. Once we had loitered long enough, it was time to head out into the adjacent neighborhood to relive some more Wet Lay memories. On-On! We came upon some chalk marks at this point, including a turkey/eagle split that the hares had failed to mention, which slowed the FRB’s down a little as they looped around a neighborhood just for fun. Eventually we came upon a city park where a second Beer Near had been marked, though the hares weren’t sure it would actually happen. Fortunately, Pube had taken the cooler of beer with him from the last stop so that we could pass around the 4 remaining beers amongst the 20-something of us as the hash can make a party out of any amount of beer. Eventually it was time to wander on, so we followed our tour guide, Wet Lay who assured us there were more marks around the corner somewhere. On-On! Indeed more marks were found, though at a check, Bunion’s Bitch and Skids took off back to the cars while the rest of the pack discovered Wet Lay’s childhood home marked with a star. We did consider knocking on the door and asking for beer, but figured we had disrupted the neighborhood enough, so simply headed back to the On In to avoid any trespassing, public drunkenness or other assorted incident. Once we had made it back (except for Bunion’s Bitch who apparently kept running for a while), Magic Carpet Ride saved the day again with her portable down-down table and we circled-up in the parking lot to kill some time before Famous Tim’s decided to open. On-On! RA, Mary Fucking Poppins commenced the singing, insults, and accolades. Skidmarks or Woody was FRB, depending on who hashed harder or smarter, but apparently someone drank for it. Pube drank for blowing-off whiskey social hour with the rest of the Jolly-J-ers. Bunion’s Bitch, IHOV, Cause, Wishboneher and whoever else drank for Interuptus-ing, Devil Woman drank for auto hashing and over-achieving by hiking across Delaware earlier that day prompting Wishboneher to lead us in a chorus of “It’s a small state afterall.” Bunion’s Bitch had some blood on trail as usual, but as far as I know, no hash crashes occurred. Those who didn’t drink whiskey were made to drink beer. And, of course the hares drank for their shiity trail, forgetting the turkey/eagle split and other assorted bullshit infractions. Finally, Woody declared that the hash must get a piece so we could all wait just a couple more minutes until the stroke of 5 when Famous Tim’s officially opened. Following circle we invaded Famous Tim’s for some cheap beers paired with the finest peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the state of Delaware. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1215 this Saturday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |