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| Hash Number: | 1100 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1100 - Crab Hash |
| When: | Sept. 12, 2015 |
| Where: | 645 Mckinneytown Road, Elkton, MD |
| Hares: | Tick Twat Hoe Two Buck Fuck | Message |
| When: Saturday September 12, 2015. Doors open at 12pm for games and camping set up. Trail at 3:00pm. Where: 645 McKinneytown Rd, Elkton, MD 21921 Who: Same wankers as last year -- 2 Buck Fuck, Gives it Away, Tick Twat Ho, Skidmarks, Dirty Wet Pussy, and others Why: Because we have been doing this for over 20 years and why stop now ... and oh, there will be BEER! We will also have trail, Beer, Crabs, more Beer, Jello Shots, Bonfire, FIREBALL (can’t do a fire without it!), more Food, Games, Camping, HOT TUB, and more Beer and Fun. What Else: Bring a chair and dry bag, as always. Camping will be available for all those not wanting to drive back after an evening of festivities -- so bring your tent, and stay for the night. Please let us know if you are camping. Cost: Yes there will be food options for Herbivores too. Really Late Registration: September 1 - September 9, $60 for crab eaters, $40 for non crab eaters REGOs: Cut off at 45 people, so do not procrastinate and reserve your spot now. Pretty version and registration attached. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Brag a Deer General Chasez Boyz Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Famous Jack Gives It Away I am 17 Cumming on 18 Lick Stick Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp No Nudie Near Foodie Nocturnal Emissions PubeHeAteHer Senior Sex Toy Skidmarks Slutmaster Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tick Twat Hoe Tits of Steel Toby's Bitch Tragic Carpet Ride Two Buck Fuck Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1100 H4’s Annal Crab Hash So, the slobbering pack met once again at the estate of 2 Buck Fuck and Gives It Away on McKinneytown Road in Elkton, MD for H4’s Annal Crab Hash on an overcast, humid, slightly showery afternoon of September 13, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: International House of Virgins, Tits of Steel, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Dirty Wet Pussy, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Dead End, Woody, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Chasez Boyz, Blow My Sweet Toots, Spunk Monkey, Tragic Carpet Ride, Just Steve, Toby’s Bitch, Cockadoodledon’t, Yeast Infection, Cribsnatcher, Tick-Twat-Ho, Nocturnal Emission, Licks Dick, Slut Master, Senior Sex Toy, Mary Fucking Poppins, Just Ashley, Just Gary, Bragadier General, Just Tom, No Nudie Near Foodie and . . .? The mayhem began at high noon with several drinking games set up, including an 8-way beer pong, Battle Shots, Wheel of Shots and of course, the infamous kiddie-pool beer/jello-shots fountain that Asshopper attempted to swan-dive into last year. A most motley crew strolled in over the next several hours and got properly acquainted over a variety of libations until somewhere past 3. Eventually, our RA Skidmarks announced that it was high time to get our sorry asses out on trail as a refreshing rain began to fall. The Hares for the day were none other than 2 Buck Fuck and Tick-Twat-Ho, who smartly marked the trail in orange ribbon, so that if we found ourselves in a thunderstorm, flood or other natural disaster, we would at least be able to see marks. After some semblance of an explanation of trail was given, we were offered the option of bumming a ride the ¾ mile to the start of trail, or to simply run up the road. FRB’s Pubeheateher, Bragadier General (who had smartly loaded his hydration bottles with port wine and Fireball), Necropheelmeup, IHOV, Tits of Steel and Nocturnal Emission decided to over-achieve to the trailhead, while the rest of the lazy slobs crammed into the back of Spunky’s truck or Crib’s car and hurled insults at the FRB’s while the FRB’s creatively gestured to the lazy slobs that they were indeed #1. Everyone reconvened at the ranger station and eventually some wankers got tired of waiting for the rest of the not-so-FRB’s to arrive, and we were off. On-On! The pack headed down an actual trail into Elk Neck State Forest, following the plethora of orange ribbons. Every so often, we were met with 3 orange ribbons in a row, which we took to mean a check. At one such check, some wankers wandered off in the wrong direction for what was apparently too long, for those who were sweeping and removing the ribbons had inadvertently eliminated their path back. This was not discovered, however until the beer stop (marked with many, many orange ribbons), after which 2 Buck Fuck was sent off on a search and rescue mission with his whistle to discover or recover the missing Tragic Carpet Ride and Blow My Sweet Toots. The rest of the pack continued to enjoy their beers and pass around some of Bragadier General’s hydration juice, seemingly numb to any impending disaster. Well then, On-On! The pack then continued on through the woodsy trail with Cockadoodledon’t managing to find nearly every spider web in the forest, save for the ones over 5 feet high. Nocturnal Emission demonstrated some cheetah-like maneuvers, blowing by the pack several times to stop and take pictures of the herd flailing through the woods. After a couple more checks, we found ourselves in the only non-trail shiggy section headed ever-so-gradually uphill. Fortunately, the orange tape was plentiful, so it was a forward march all the way up to the water tower, a.k.a. shot stop where we were reunited with the recently lost Blow My Sweet Toots and Tragic Carpet Ride. 2 Buck advised us to remain vertical, as he had mistakenly taken a rest while marking trail in a tick lair and incurred at least 40 bites. Duly-noted. Dirty Wet Pussy had graciously volunteered to carry the absent Trail Order Bride’s contribution to the shot stop: orange drink, which tasted like a cross between a creamsicle and every possible alcohol imaginable. While we gazed at the nearby water tower, Slut Master informed us that said tower had recently been struck by lightning. So, fueled with orange drink, a few wankers decided to venture up the long, metal staircase to have a better look at North East, MD, inadvertently disturbing a bald eagle from its perch in the process. Fortunately, there were not grave bodily injuries here and a loud boom of thunder quickly alerted us that perhaps we should keep things moving. On-On! 2 Buck directed us to follow the service road back to the ranger station, so onward we ventured until the On In welcomed us back to the cars. Several of the FRB’s couldn’t get enough of running and opted to hoof it back to home base, where Mary Fucking Poppins was spotted running in the opposite direction (having been wrongly instructed that circle was happening at the ranger station). Fortunately, he was intercepted by Pube, and the rest of the over-achievers made it back just before the hitchhiking slobs and barely before the heavens opened up on all of us. Skidmarks did his best to lead circle in the back yard, however most people took shelter under the canopies and simply watched the show in mute as the pouring rain literally drowned-out everyone’s voices. There was a virgin, some visitors, FRB and DFL…songs were shouted quickly…accusations were forgotten…and the hash got a piece. Following circle, the pack got what they came for…CRABS! For the next hour or so, there was much smashing and pounding a ripping and digging and biting and sucking and licking and smacking to be had. Some of these things most likely carried on into the rest of the evening, as more drinking games were played and songs were sung (led by guitar-wielding Chasez Boyz and Bragadier General) while we all basked in the glow of the gasoline-soaked bonfire. All in all, it was another shitty trail and fabulous Crab Hash. Thanks so much to our Grand Mistress DWP for organizing such a fun-filled event!! Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1101 this Saturday. On! On!Necropheelmeup | |