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| Hash Number: | 1292 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1292 - the Orificer's Hash |
| When: | April 27, 2019 |
| Where: | 17 Polly Drummond Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | -Orificers- Mount Me Tinsel Tits | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1292, the Orificer's Hash When: Saturday, April 27, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: 17 Polly Drummond Center, Newark, DE 19711 (see attachment) Who Hare: Our Orificer's aka Outgoing Mismanagement What Else: Probably a good idea to apply tick repellent. Friendlies: Trail ok, but not Apres Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: Since it is 2019, and not 1979, use your GPS to find your way to this familiar locale!! Or, from I-95, take exit for Rt. 273 toward Newark.. Proceed about a 1.5 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 1.3 miles. Pull into shopping center on right. Look for the building at the corner of Polly Drummond and New Linden Hill Rd. Park, ponder the existential question of how many Karens does it take to fuck up a trail, and hash Upcumming: H4's Anal Red Dress Run!! Wednesday, May 1st at 6:30pm. Location TBA. Also note that after Saturday, we move our weekly hashes to Wednesday's at 6:30pm. In early September, we'll mover back to Saturdays. | Hashers |
| 7th Hole American Halfass Asshopper Beetle-Jizz Biatch Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Shit Out of Luck Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1292 So the slobbering pack gathered up over by the office building around 17 Polly Drummond Shopping center where the aptly named Karins and Associates consulting Company is located, near the Pike Creek subdivision for the annual Officers Hash or the Special K hash on the fine spring afternoon of April the 27th, 2019 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Slutmaster, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Dead End, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Weird Al, Pickle Dick, Mary Fucking Poppins, Cousin It, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Beetle-Jizz, RaidR, Biaotch, Magic Carpet Ride, Bunion Butt, Wetlay, 7th Hole, Buttlite, Shit Out of Luck, American Half Ass, SpitBucket, Woody, Dirty Wet Pussy, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were 3 of the 5 special K’s, or for those of you unfamiliar with recent history, the 3 of the 5 Harriets, whose nerd names happen to all be “Karen” and who were elected joint GM and Joint Masters at last years AGM. These were Mount Me, Bumpy Beaver and Tinsle Tits, while Wishboneher was down in N.O.L.A and DWP was going on a local race earlier that day, so auto-hashed to the circle. And so for a while, we all enjoyed some hash brews in the parking lot, until our RA for the day, Woody circled us up, after PubeHeAteHer took off for a music performance, and Spitbucket took off after pleading with us not to elect him to anything at the upcoming AGM. Mount Me, our lead hare for the day, explained to the marks to us. The trail, she informed us, was going to be on the long side. Though there was to be a Turkey/ Eagle split. Some of the falses, would not be marked. While there were two other hares present that day, only the one who didn’t participate in the marking of trail, and had no idea where it was going, Bumpy Beaver, would be there to sweep. 2 beer nears we were told to expect. A true trail mark was laid down in the opposite direction of where the first mark was to be found. But eventually we all got along moving. On! On! Trail was found going out to New Linden Hill Rd. A check was found, that was solved by Skidmarks, Necro, and the visitor from Baltimore, Beetle Jizz. The nearby school playground that is where trail usually is going, trail didn’t go to this time, and so we wondered down New Linden Hill further. On! On! Down the bottom of the hill we went. Another check was found, marks were found going in several directions into shiggy and up a hill here and there. It took the FRB’s a few minutes to find true trail going a bit sideways. On! On! Trail went up into the Fox Croft or Fairway or whatever those apartments are called. A check was solved quickly, however it eventually led to a Check-Back to Check, spotted by Beetle Jizz who was taking the high ground. On! On! Trail went out into a neighborhood for a while, though soon we came across Mount Me who was parked on the side of a shoulder less road, for the beer stop that was a few miles sooner than she had initially planned, for she got chased out of the state park by a ranger where she was parked with the beer earlier. And so, we enjoyed some brews, and most of us stood in the middle of the road, instead of along side of it, so we could also enjoy impeding the flow of traffic. Meanwhile a father/ son team of litter picker uppers who bared some resemblance to Dancing Fool, cleaned up all around us. Soon enough, we were off. On! On! Trail went into the woods and onto some paths. Through the Judge Morris Estate section of the White Clay Creek State Park we went. Necro and Beetle-Jizz who got on trail a few minutes before most of us got moving, sped far ahead and left the rest of us many miles behind. We came to a barely legible Turkey/ Eagle split with the eagle mark almost completely smeared out, though most of us were able to interpret it properly. Necro and Beetle-Jizz sped down the eagle trail, and a few minutes later they were followed by Skidmarks and Yours Truly, MFP. Who, a few minutes after that, were followed by ButtLite and 7th hole who walked the whole trail, and who were not seen by anybody else and completely forgotten about until they finally made it back to the parking lot at the end of circle. The rest moseyed down the Turkey Trail. On! On! Several couples hiking in the park that many of us passed by and more than once. One couple was carrying with them a Golden Retriever puppy that everyone thought was so adorable that they had to stop to pet it. On! On! Necro and Beete-Jizz soon enough passed the Turkey’s. While Skids and MFP eventually caught up to them after taking the Eagle Trail that took us a few miles out of our way. On! On! Trail went out to the parking lot of the Judge Morris Estate, where the beer stop was originally intended to be, and where RaidR and Bioatch wasted their drive driving out to. An arrow was found pointing across Polly Drummond road to the yard waste dump and we picked up trail on the other side. On! On! Trail took us into the woods again. And we passed by a couple of dudes out on a mountain bike ride who stopped to take a rest. A few checks and falses were found along the way, until the marks led us to one of our favorite church parking lots where we found Mount Me and Tinsle Tits with some brews for the second beer near. And so we enjoyed our brews for another few minutes. After determining that all of the pack had made it to the beer stop except for the people we forgot about (Buttlite and 7th Hole), and the auto-hashers we didn’t give a shit about (RaidR and Biaotch), we took the hares' oral directions, for there were to not be any more marks, and went back to point A. On! On! We struggled up the gopher hole marked hill and back onto Polly Drummond Hill Rd. We banged a left. Cousin It and a few other hashers stood in somebody’s driveway for a little while, wondering if they would mind if we took a swim in their pool. One by One by two the hashers made it back to point A, in front of the Karin and Associates company building. Here we were joined by the auto-hashing DWP, who used the attending of a race that morning as her excuse for not making it to trail. Down-Downs were poured and eventually our RA for the day, Woody, opened up circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-Downs were done. The hares drank many times, as well as anybody else who happened to be named Karen. Beetle-Jizz and Necro drank for being first in. And Wetlay and Wetter drank for being last, though we realized later they weren’t last. Beetle-Jizz also drank for being a visitor haling from the nearby Baltimore-Annapolis hash, and sang us a visitor song. Our interruptus, including our long gone, but not forgotten, Shit Out of Luck and American Half Ass drank. Our auto-hashers drank. And just when we were trying to come up with some other accusations to get rid of the surplus down-down beer, Buttlite and 7th Hole finally arrived back to point A, an hour or so after the rest of us forgot they even existed. A few other people drank for a few other things before the hash went in peace. After circle we adjourned to the nearby O-something bar, which used to be a Famous Somebody bar, that we had adjourned to many times in the past. Here we enjoyed some very fine, very premium Pizza, as well as some salad, and several dozen varieties of tasty tasty desserts provided by the Karens, and or Wetlay. This we enjoyed along with our brews. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for AGM tomorrow (Monday 4/29/19), and Hockessin Hash #1293, the Red Dress Run, this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |