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| Hash Number: | 1188 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1188 |
| When: | May 10, 2017 |
| Where: | Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1188 When: Wednesday, May 10, 2017, at 6:30pm HST Where: Brandywine Springs Park, Wilmington DE 19808 Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt Why and What Else: The park has recently been spiffed up, so we’re returning to the place of Wet Lay’s first wet lay. It’s noteworthy that Bunion Butt is haring, and yet there is no inclement weather in the forecast for hash day... but a dry bag is always a good idea. Friendlies: The more, the merrier! D’erections: From I-95, exit onto DE-141 North to DE-2 West (Kirkwood Highway). Turn right onto Newport Gap Pike. Turn right onto Faulkland Road, the park is immediately on your right. Or: https://goo.gl/maps/faE7uDB7X5t | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Mother Fucker Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Cousin It Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Gizz Specialist Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Boy Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Smells Like Hash Spirit The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Triple Whore Score Vomit Comet Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1188 So, the slobbering pack met up at Brandywine Springs Park in the nice part of Wilmington, DE on a pleasant, upper 60-ish degree evening of Wednesday, May 10, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Cousin It, Lost Boy, Pickle Dick, Perfect Woman, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver, Giz Specialist, Mary Fucking Poppins, Tits of Steel, Magic Carpet Ride, Do Me On the Beach, Just Oceana, Just Greg, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Jules, Just Kevin, Woody and ...? Our hares for the day were our newly-appointed hare raiser, Wet Lay and hash horn (minus the horn), Bunion Butt. Since Bunion Butt had a bum foot (or more likely since the weather wasn’t bad enough), trail-laying duties fell upon Wet Lay who decided to lay trail at the site of her first wet lay. We hung around in the parking lot for a while, inconspicuously chugging on the last remaining good beers from the AGM as some locals rolled by and one by one the wankers rolled in. Newly-appointed RA, Mary Fucking Poppins, eventually called us together for chalk-talk so Wet Lay could explain her marks, or at least the ones she remembered setting. Our virgins, Just Kevin and Just Jules, who were made to cum by The Wetter the Better were asked to pay attention to the instructions for the rest of us. There were to be white flour marks going out and blue flour marks going back, so if we encountered any blue marks, this meant we were supposedly on a No-No. Wet Lay explained this at least twice, hoping it just might sink in, but hashers being hashers ... There was also to be a witchy-way, some checks, a tit-check and the all-important Beer Near. And with that, we were instructed to follow the true-trail arrow off toward the baseball field. On-On! Trail had us bounding across a grassy field and down a big hill where the FRB’s were then seen wandering around for a while. PubeHeAteHer discovered a False, but no one remembered seeing a check and this caused much confusion for a while. Finally, our newly-appointed hash flash (who was taking his job seriously today), Jewels of Duh-Nile, was heard calling “on-on” to the right. And right he was, so we followed marks leading us up on the railroad tracks, which thankfully didn’t contain any trains at the moment. Then we came upon a music note mark, to which our hare said, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one!” So we all enjoyed two rousing versus of the El Camino song before we became disinterested in prolonging it and went on our way. We followed the white flour, which became intermingled with blue flour, but since we were On-Hare, all we could do was watch our feet and strategically maneuver our way down the tracks to avoid any type of catastrophic hash crash. On-On! After a while, Woody had enough of these god-damned railroad tracks and decided to take his own path, so we of course all followed. Though we ran past some blue marks, we eventually came upon the tit-check which may or may not have been followed by some, and then to the Beer Near at the picnic area by the train station where Bunion Butt was waiting with a cooler of fine Genesee and other assorted piss for us to enjoy. This also happened to be the very spot where Bunion Butt and Wet Lay said “I do,” so we shared in the glorious memories that the last time we were here, there was better beer and food. Wet Lay then told us to be sure to take in the beauty of the recent park improvements while we looked for flour which should be all blue this time. On-On! Trail had us making our way through the lovely park until we ran beside a house, which once belonged to Wet Lay and where apparently Just Greg had been conceived. So as the FRB’s made their way to the On-In, several slobs in the back apparently got a tour of the place from the current home-owner which explains why the front half of the pack was at least three beers in before anyone else got back. It appeared that there would be three DFL’s until Pube distracted Magic Carpet Ride just long enough to make her last in. RA, Mary Fucking Poppins, got the shit show that is circle called to disorder and there were many songs, accusations and other assorted ramblings. The hares drank for their shitty trail as well as failing to mark the song check and several other checks as well as mixing up their flour colors. Pube and Magic drank for FRB and DFL. Tits of Steel, Giz Specialist, and several interuptuses drank for trying to forget about us. Just Jules and Just Kevin were thankfully still with us and got to drink for their virgin trail. Then Just Jules and Jewels of Duh-Nile drank for being homophones and Jewels and Wetter drank for being African. Finally, Just Greg was named Big Motherfucker, since he only cums when his Mom, Wet Lay, is haring and he happens to be a pretty big dude. Then, out of nowhere, Cribsnatcher shows up just as Woody is signing us off with “May the hash go in peace” and the food is being brought out. Timing is everything. Following circle, we all enjoyed some vegetable soup, hotdogs and cake prepared by the lovely Wet Lay as we hung out in the picnic area until the sun was sufficiently set. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1189 this Wednesday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |