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|What:||Hockessin Hash #1158 - The “Where’s the F*cking Shiggy?” Hash|
|When:||Oct. 15, 2016|
|Where:||Bringhurst Woods Park, Wilmington, DE|
|What: Hockessin Hash #1158, The “Where’s the F*cking Shiggy?” Hash|
When: Saturday, October 15, 2016 at 3pm, HST
Where: Bringhurst Woods New Castle County Park, Carr Road near Marsh Road, Wilmington, DE
Who Hare: Rack Attack & Butt Lite
Friendlies: Dogs, yes on trail with leash, no at Apres.
D'erections: From I-95 South, take Exit 9, DE-3/Marsh Road Exit. Turn right onto Carr Road before you reach Marsh Road. From I-95 North, take exit 9, DE-3/Marsh Road Exit. Turn left, go under I-95 and take a right at the traffic light onto Carr Road. Parking lot is on the left (0.2 mile) just past the concrete barriers. The entrance is hard to see. Overflow parking across the street in the Rockwood Park Industrial Park. Or: Map Search for Bringhurst Woods New Castle County Park.
Dirty Wet Pussy
Do Me On the Beach
Hare Today Cum Tomorrow
It Still May Cum
Senior Sex Toy
The Wetter the Better
|Trash for Hockessin Hash #1158: The “Where’s the F*cking Shiggy?” Hash|
So, the slobbering pack met at Bringhurst Woods Park on Carr Road in the scenic part of Wilmington, DE on a sunny, pleasant, upper 60-ish degree afternoon of October 15, 2016 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Cousin It with Famous Jack, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Do Me On the Beach, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Woody, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, RaidR with Scout, It Still May Cum, Rack Attack, Flounder, Senior Sex Toy, Slut Master, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Toxic Shock, Dead End, Mount Me, Devil Woman and ...?
Our hares for the day were the trio of Butt Lite, Digital Dick, and Rack Attack for the hash that may or may not contain any fucking shiggy, but we would soon find out. Rack Attack had informed us all too late that she had learned how to mark trail from Butt Lite, so who knew what the hell we would be encountering or if we would ever make it back. Once we had all arrived in the weird-entranced parking lot, we all stood around for a while not knowing what to do with ourselves until at last the beer meisters arrived with their cans of joy, so we could loiter with a purpose. While Scout and Famous Jack got familiar with each other’s assholes, Butt Lite attempted to familiarize us assholes with the marks we were to hopefully find on trail. They seemed to be the basic mixture of flour blobs, arrows and checks so no one really payed attention except to ensure that the hares had not forgotten to include the Beer Near and to point us into the general direction that we should go. Wetter the Better volunteered herself to carry the hash shit, which she quite enjoyed and said she planned to “Africanize.” And so, without further ado we all headed out not-surprisingly in the wrong direction.
We did find ourselves in the fucking shiggy right away heading down to Shellpot Creek, but found no marks. Eventually, PubeHeAteHer was heard yelling “on-on” from somewhere across the creek, so some crossed where they were at, while others doubled-back looking for actual trail. Someone found some marks somewhere, for we kept trudging forward into the shiggy. Skidmarks’ whistle was heard from points unknown, so we followed the sound like the lost hounds that we were until we came out into civilization at Washington Street Extension. Here we encountered a few checks, but were eventually led around Mount Pleasant High School where some barely-decipherable flour was thrown in the grass leading us around the school and Skidmarks ended up joining us from the opposite direction.
Once we got behind the school, we found ourselves on the cross-county course where everything was spray-painted white, including the roots so the white flour blended right in and then disappeared on us again. Woody, Pube, and Skids attempted to divide and conquer and ended up going in 3 different directions while Hare Today Cum Tomorrow found himself wandering down the road, which would not be the last time today. Eventually we figured out that trail meandered through or around a little cemetery, then out to a driveway to an industrial complex, however we weren’t sure if we were supposed to be in shiggy or on pavement at this point. All that mattered was that in the parking lot at the top was Digital Dick at the Beer Near, so some of us scrambled up some landscaping to get to the shitty swill faster, while those not so eager (or agile or stupid) simply went around. Flounder who was an experienced rock climber, didn’t see what was so hard about climbing up and trampling the decorative stones and shrubbery. Slut Master and Senior Sex Toy hung out with us here while we watched the rest of the slobs eventually drag their asses up to our meeting spot. But no sooner had the DFL’s arrived, then the FRB’s started getting restless and climbed down some brush as obviously they couldn’t wait to get back on trail.
The rest of trail had us pretty much following the Delaware Greenway paved trail with a few checks and a double check (??) to try to throw us off. One particular check had two trails running parallel to each other, so we figured the hares just had a senior moment, or maybe were actually trying to fuck with us. The end of trail had us crossing over Marsh Road and continuing down the paved path to the On-In and Bringhurst Woods Park, however Hare Today apparently zigged when he should have zagged and decided to explore Marsh Road for a while longer. So much longer that all of the pack returned and ended up sending Mount Me out on a search party of one to retrieve him. Fortunately he was discovered, however refused to auto-hash as he thought he was closer to the park than he actually was, but he did manage to make it before circle began and he may have been heckled for a minute or five.
We ended up circling in a creepy-looking pavilion with a fire pit that Lost Penis dubbed “the rape shed.” Since our hares were taking their sweet time about getting there, Skidmarks started the shit show of songs and insults with FRB Pube and DFL Hare Today, who was still trying to explain why he had continued down Marsh Road so long without any trace of marks. Eventually all 3 hares showed up and were made to drink for their shitty trail, as well as dumping Mount Me out on trail against her will when she had requested to auto-hash. So, Mount Me drank anyways with Dead End, It Still May Cum, and anyone else who was given a ride. It Still May Cum got to stay in circle for head gear and is now familiar with the rule. Do Me was complaining about a pin-sized boo-boo on her finger that she swore did not involve a hash-crash or blood-on-trail, but she was made to drink anyway while Skids and Dirty Wet Pussy botched “The End Of the Month” song. Interuptuses drank while all “Hares” drank many times and eventually those with dry lips were made to wet them. At last, Woody was given the nod, but messed up his one job again by saying some random shit, then eventually his signature line “May the hash go in peace” and it was time to leave the park in peace.
Following circle, we all gathered at McLaren’s on Concord Pike for some Season’s pizza, salad, and $1.50 Coors Lite or whatever the hell we wanted to drink, as Slut Master schooled a few people in pool until the tab ran out and WishBoneHer showed up at the end after her adulting time was over. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1159 this Saturday, Groper’s birthday hash.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp