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| Hash Number: | 1219 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1218 - H4's Anal Xmas Hash |
| When: | Dec. 9, 2017 |
| Where: | 8 Polly Drummond Shopping Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Circle Jerk Cribsnatcher Do Me On the Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1218, H4's Anal Xmas Hash (hmmm, isn't Xmas 3 weeks away) When: Saturday, December 9, 2017, at 2:30 HST (NOTE THE NON-STANDARD START TIME) Where: Polly Drummond Shopping Center (McGlynn’s Pub and Restaurant), 8 Polly Drummond Shopping Center, Newark DE Who Hare: Do Me On the Beach, Circle Jerk, and Santa Claus’ rep What Else: The tradition continues with the gift exchange. A good way to go home with some random swag. Bring a wrapped gift worth around $20. Christmas caroling ... maybe. Crash space ... definitely. Hot tub will be open. If you choose to wear a swimwear, Circle Jerk would appreciate that it be well-rinsed (he just changed the water). What to Wear: For the hash, you know, something xmasy. For the comfy-cozy apres, show us what you wear when no one’s looking ... what you wear when you’re in for the night, with your feet up and a libation in your hand. If that’s your ugly Christmas sweater, that’s OK. Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: Water crossing possible (not too deep). Trail is Dog friendly, apres, not so much, but yard is fenced if you want to leave the critter outside. D'erections: From I-95, take exit at Rt 273 toward Newark. Proceed about a 5 miles turn right onto Red Mill Rd then immediate left to stay on Red Mill Rd. Go straight across Kirkwood Hwy (Rt 2) and road changes name to Polly Drummond Hill Rd. Proceed another 3 miles. Shopping center on right | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Dick Fingers Digital Dick Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Fast Eddie Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Hornblower Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket STD Subpeonis The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Triple Whore Score Vomit Comet Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1219, H4’s anal Christmas hash So, the slobbering pack gathered up one again in the Polly Drummond Shopping Center parking lot for the most wonderful time of the year, H4’s anal Christmas hash on a picture-perfect, beautifully snowy, low 30-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, December 9, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Orgy-Porgy-Put-n-Pie, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Spit Bucket, Night Deposit, Toxic Shock, Devil Woman, Magic Carpet Ride, Dead End, Dancing Fool, Dirty Wet Pussy, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Wishboneher, Triple Whore Score, Vomit Comet, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Mary Fucking Poppins, STD, Woody, Just Diane, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Dick Fingers, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Hornblower, Subpoenis and ...? Our hares for today were Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Cribsnatcher and Do Me On the Beach (supervising from the comforts of home). And so, while the snowflakes and a few projectile snowballs flew around us, we sipped on some Christmas cheer piss-in-a-can while we waited for all of the hasher elves to arrive. Santa Crib, who can always be counted on to pull something exciting out of his sack, bestowed everyone with their own candy-cane, solar light wand thingy, however in order for such lights to emit actual light, one might want to expose such items to sunlight rather than keeping them in one’s garage overnight. Anyway, once enough of Santa’s little helpers had shown-up, RA, Mary Fucking Poppins and self-appointed Hash Horn for the day, Orgy-Porgy rounded us up for chalk-talk so that Circle Jerk could prepare us with some winter hashing survival tactics. Since Circle Jerk has more of a brain than the average hasher, he informed us that trail was marked in orange flour (mostly on trees) and ribbons in anticipation of the white stuff forecast for today, so we should have no trouble finding trail, except for the first part, which he didn’t feel like marking. We were to look for some checks that may or may not be covered in snow, a Beer Near that would not be marked (look for Circle’s silver sleigh) as well as two turkey-eagle splits, however we were advised not to take the second eagle, perhaps because the abominable snowman might be there? Actually, it was more likely that Mrs. Do Me Claus had advised that we keep things moving. And speaking of keeping things moving, Circle pointed us in the direction we should go and told us we should find a check eventually, so ... Ho-ho-ho and On-On! Up and around snowy White Clay Crescent we romped and slid till we came upon an actual visible check that had us heading left into Deacons Walk Park. Once through the playground, we entered the shiggy of Linden Way that led us down, down down to the bottom of Mount Crumpit (Pike Creek) with Orgy-Porgy blowing On-On with his trumpet. It was truly a Currier and Ives/Norman Rockwell-type scene with hashers sliding in the snow, trying to keep their feet dry crossing the creek, leaving blood on trail and Dancing Fool cleaning shit up along the way. Note to self: snowy trails make it easy to follow the FRB’s footprints through the woods, except when they are ‘creatively’ looking for marks. On-On! So up and around the trails we went until finally Circle’s sleigh was spotted through the shiggy carrying sudsy joys for the relatively-good girls and boys. Here we were also met by Cousin It who had prepared his own recipe of pickled herring, accompanied of course by the signature Triscuit crackers and shots of Aquavit for us to toast the late great Himalaya who perhaps was responsible for bringing us the snow today. While we enjoyed this H4 Christmas tradition, Night Deposit was on the phone trying to give directions to Subpoenis and Hornblower, who did not read his own e-mail indicating our earlier start time and since the beginning of trail had not been marked, had no idea where we might be. They would eventually meet up with us before it was over, but at the present time it was due time to get back on trail, so ... On-On! The FRB’s picked up marks again behind some apartment complex and had us cutting back through more shiggy where we had to carefully traverse a creek without getting our feet wet (not a problem for Woody and Dancing Fool who were smartly wearing plastic bags over their feet). Once we emerged from the shiggy onto the paved path of the old golf course, we found a turkey/eagle split which wound the eagles around an unnecessary loop and cut the turkeys through on the trail of least resistance. Merrily, merrily we followed our appointed path until it cut through a bit more shiggy and spit us out onto New Linden Hill Road. Some of us followed the footprints in the snow to the right, while others followed ribbons across the street on the second ill-fated eagle trail and still others did some combined version of the two. Either way, no abominable snowmen were sighted and no one got run over by a reindeer (as far as I know), as we one by one made our way back to the cars. And the neighbors exclaimed as the hashers ran out of sight, “Get off my lawn, you fucks or I’ll have you arrested tonight!” On-In! And so, following trail we gathered up for circle in Circle and Do Me’s garage where many more hashers magically appeared to join in the shaming and ego-maiming that was to cum. RA, MFP and the rest of Santa’s helpers filled the traditional H4 Santa down-down cups with plenty of shitty swill and the hares were called into circle for having too little snow on trail and other such offenses. Pube was first elf in and misfit Hornblower drank for being DFL and illiterate. Dirty, Hash Spirit, Pube and a few others drank for hash-crashing while Orgy-Porgy drank for leaving a pint of blood on trail. Many intruptuses and auto-hashers drank for having horrible excuses that no one cared about. Since Wishboneher was also present, she and MFP drank an RA social with Pube joining them for being RA of Blue Hen and Lost Penis drinking as well for forgetting who the Blue Hen officers were. Wishboneher and MFP then read us a heart-warming rendition of ‘Twas’ the Night Before Christmas (the hash-appropriate version, of course). And at last Woody was called-upon to declare, hashy Christmas to all and fuck it, ‘may the hash get a piece.’ Following circle we all got into whatever our idea of ‘comfy-cozy’ was, which included many versions of pajamas, sweats, robes, Christmas sweaters and see-through long-underwear (Bunion Butt). Wet Lay made us a most fabulous Christmas feast of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, carrots, other assorted apps and snackies and Dead End bestowed upon us some lovely festive cakes. And of course, we all enjoyed the anal H4 gift exchange, with some stand-out presents including several bottles of alcohol (which were stolen many times), 14-hours or more of porn on DVD and a strap-on penis carved out of a sweet potato. And many wanks lingered into the evening, enjoying the hot tub, some how-to-make-a-porno-in-your-basement instructional videos and a few crashed-out overnight (many thanks to Circle and Do Me’s hashpitality). And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1220 this Saturday. On-On and Merry Fucking Christmas!NecroPheelMeUp | |