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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1218 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1218 |
| When: | Dec. 2, 2017 |
| Where: | 1810 N Dupont Street, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1218 When: Saturday, December 2, 2017, at 3:00 HST (Since it will get dark fairly early, you're fucked) Where: Delaware Horticultural Society parking lot on N duPont and Lovering Aves, near the Logan House, 1810 N duPont for GPS techies Who Hare: Cribsnatcher and friends (yeah I have one) What Else: Guaranteed to be less than a 10 mile Hash. Hash Cash: $7.00 (I need a new heater, so Hash cash is $50) Friendlies: ?? D'erections: From I-95 take Delaware Ave exit and head out of Wilmington (head northwest). At Clayton St. take a right and go several blocks to Gilpin. Take a left and go one block to duPont. Take a right and go to parking lot across from Horticultural Center. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Biatch Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Cousin It Cribsnatcher Do Me On the Beach Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer RaidR Skidmarks Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1218 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the vacant lot of the Delaware Horticultural Society to look at foliage and drink beer on a cloudy, slightly chilly, low 50-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, December 2, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Do Me On the Beach, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Orgy-Porgy-Put-n-Pie, Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Spit Bucket, RaidR with Scout, Biaatch and . . .? Our hare for today was none other than our founding father, Cribsnatcher who likes to hare a shitty trail once in a super moon just to remind us that “Back in my day, we had to look for marks under rocks ... and we hashed for days through 10 feet of snow ... and we were thankful.” Crib, looking a lot cleaner than usual informed us that he had already showered and made himself presentable, not for us wanks of course, but because he had a hot date later, so we better not dilly-dally because time is money and time waits for no hasher and whatnot. Since we were RA-less, Skidmarks was summoned out of retirement to give us fair warning that we had better get started because Crib would not hesitate to leave us out there. So while we speculated as to whether there were really any marks to be found at all and as we sipped a few cold ones, Crib threw down the bare minimum of marks for chalk talk which included no more and no less than 3 flour blobs, a check, a false, a check-back and a beer near. After reassuring us that there was at least one of each of these marks, explaining that we would not venture further than half a mile from this very spot and berating us that if we got lost, we were stupid, it was declared that we should venture forth into the streets of Trolley Square and be back before dark because Dad wasn’t waiting up ... On-On! On out down DuPont Street we found actual marks on trees, which excited us until they ran out across Delaware Ave. Since most of us have barely any short-term memory as opposed to long, we had to remind ourselves to actually look for marks since Crib likes to switch sides of the street and make turns on a whim instead of catering to our sheepish idiocy. And so, we completely missed a check and ran in every direction except for the correct one, which would pretty much be the theme of the day causing Crib to wait with arms crossed and foot tapping. Eventually, we righted ourselves and after a longer than necessary tour of some Trolley Square neighborhoods, we headed down a shiggy embankment in the back of some apartments and into Brandywine Park. Biaatch and RaidR were ‘bashing’ on their bikes and RaidR nicely identified a hole in the pavement covered in leaves which ate his front tire and capsized him. Crib was of course blamed for setting this trap, but fortunately RaidR managed to brush himself off and continue. On-On! Here we came to a check where Pube found two falses and Skids found one before we stupidly realized that Crib’s car was parked on the other side of the bridge, and as we one-by-one pulled our heads from our asses enough to cross over to the Beer Near, Crib chastised us all for making him wait half an hour. And so we enjoyed some sudsy beverages near Spit Bucket’s housing complex with the fancy, lighted alarmed gate and pondered as to whether to set off security alarms or go looking for marks somewhere else. Pube took it upon himself to climb the dirt hill up to the paved path where he prematurely found a check-back 6, to which Crib ‘politely’ gestured to him that he was “number one.” On-On! Once the rest of us were told to quit stalling at the Beer Near and to get the hell back on trail, Lost and Orgy-Porgy found marks leading down the paved park drive and winding us under I-95 until we reached a check near Monkey Hill where Pube found more marks leading us across a field near Baynard Stadium. We hit Augustine Cutoff and it wasn’t too long before we spotted the On In leading us across the bridge and back to the cars. A few less-evolved wanks decided to take their chances on the railroad bridge, but fortunately no trains were coming through to finish them off. And so, one-by-one the slobs rolled in and sub-RA, Skidmarks got the shitshow on the road as we gathered ‘around’ his tailgate for the singing, insults and accolades. Crib drank for his shitty trail and for not having enough pavement or giant leaf-covered holes on trail. Pube drank for FRB while Cousin It called himself in for DFL. Interuptuses, Bumpy and Al drank for leaving us for more exotic locations while RaidR drank for bash-crashing. Wet Lay got to drink for this being her hashiversary and those with dry lips were made to finish off the rest of the down-downs while we also polished off a pint of Fireball that Skids so happened to have available. All the while, Scout the dog was filling in for Woody by serenading us with his signature howling and demanding that the hash get a piece, so finally it was so declared. Following circle we headed over to the former Famous Tim’s, former Hallahan’s which has been newly name Rockford Tavern for some chili, cornbread, salad, cheesecake and plenty more beers. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1219 this Saturday, H4’s anal Christmas party.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |