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| Hash Number: | 1270 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1270 |
| When: | Nov. 24, 2018 |
| Where: | 404 New London Road, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1270 Pre-Lube: 11:45 am for."The Game" -- Michigan vs. Ohio State (the greatest rivalry in college football!) and Scorpio B-days. Come in your favorite Blue and Maize Attire! " approximately 3:30pm HST. Hope to see all you wankers there to burn your Thanksgiving off! GO BLUE! When: Saturday, November 24, 2018 at ~3:30pm HST. Trail out after "The Game" ... so if it goes into OT, be ready for a late start. Where: 404 New London Road, Newark, DE 19711 Who Hare: PubeHeAteHer and NecroPheelMeUp What Else: Multiple chances to turkey eagle split. Also, we actually scouted this trail! So there won't likely be much live autoharing or heckling of the pack unfortunately. Bring the usual -- dry bag, whistle, clean shoes/socks for later, bug spray, maybe a headlamp in case you get lost easily (it gets dark out at 5 but true turkey trail isn't that long) Friendlies: No pets in the house:: Kid(s) - Ummmm it's a hash! Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take exit 3 to Rt. 273 Newark. Turn right on Capitol Trail. Turn left onto Cleveland Ave. Turn right on New London Rd. (Rt. 896). Turn left on Country Club Dr. and park in the shopping center lot. | Hashers |
| American Halfass Anal Drip Asshopper Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Hemogoblin I am 17 Cumming on 18 Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Shit Out of Luck Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit The Wetter the Better Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1270 So the slobbering pack gathered up on New London Rd at Necro and Pubes pad once again on the fine late rainy afternoon Saturday after Thanksgiving, November the 26th, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point included: Do Me on the Beach, Magic Carpet Ride, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, American Half Ass, Shit Out of Luck, Jewels of Duhnile, Mary Fucking Poppins, I am 17 Cumming on 18, Hemogoblin, Dirty Wet Pussy, Wishboneher, Dead End, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Anal Drip, and many, many others. Our Hares and Hosts of the day for the second time in about a month were PubeHeAteHer and NecroFeelMeUp who were not in too much of a hurry to get the trail part going as it was pretty much raining cats and dogs non-stop the entire day, afternoon and evening. And so we spent much of the afternoon, some people since 12:01pm drinking and eating the food meant for the Apres, while watching the a college football game that didn’t exactly go as our hosts had hoped. And this gave us an excuse to delay our much anticipated journey out side. About 4:30 something, after having run out of excuses. PubeHeAteher offered to live hare after attempting to take a brief survey to see who, if anyone, would be willing to actually follow a trail while running or attempting to. A few minutes later, we still found ourselves RA-less, so yours truly, MFP, again briefly came out of retirement and attempted to circle the pack up in the garage. Our hare quickly explained that he would mark in pink flour, that there would be one J-stop and a beer stop and off he went. After about 4 minutes past, our one Karen GM present claimed that at least 5 minutes had gone by, and that should be enough time, given Pubes Athletic ability versus the average of the rest of us and off we went. On! On! Trail went down New London Rd towards the towers. We found 3 or 4 marks, then a check. We found 2 marks cutting over towards the parking lot and then nothing. For apparently the right direction, to the immediate left into the woods had already been checked out by Jewels. However he failed to see that Pube, who heard us quickly coming up towards him, marked on the back of trees. On! On! The rain kept coming down harder. And the sun was pretty much down too. Few if any thought to bring headlamps with them. Though many other than yours truly, MFP, did bring an umbrella with them. We explored the other side of New London Rd, for a while, and even went around the Rite Aid to see if it went that way. We explored the parking lot over by the Mega-Bus stop and the towers for a while too, figuring it went there and that eventually we would find something. 17 cumming on 18 had a fine hash crash slipping down the dirt path that led to that. Our sweeping hare, NecroFeelMeUp, who thought she understand the plan pretty well, couldn’t figure out where we were supposed to go either, so decided to lay a quick Turkey trail by telling some of us where the beer stop was.. On! On! American Half Ass, Skidmarks, Jewels of Denial and DWP got themselves lost but in the process found one of the hares marks and so attempted to follow trail for a while. Down towards creek road I think and all the way out to the other side of Fairfield. And in so did succeeded in finding the J-stop, while the rest of us non-auto hashers waddled over to nearby Fairfield park beating even our hare to the beer stop. And so we enjoyed our brews for a while under the pavilion until a, mildly, putting it mildly irritating PubeHeAteHer arrived and mildly putting it expressed his mild disappointment that almost no one followed his trail. Then he threw down what was left of his bag of flour and headed back to point A. On! On! The four folks who put a little more effort in finding the marks, eventually of course gave up two, this about at the same time as the last two folks staying at the beer stop, Anal Drip and yours truly MFP gave up waiting to see if any of them would make it that far. But so, we all safely arrived back to point A, where we were joined by several more auto hashers (BIG SURPRISE!!!) including our very tardy RA Wishboneher and Wetter the Better. Soon enough or eventually, the down down beers were poured and our RA Wishboneher circled us up in the garage. Awards and Penalities were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-Downs were done. The hares drank, I think only twice. Then went the auto-hashers, of which there seemed many. Then all those who used an umbrella on trail other than yours truly, who gets a pass on that. The interruptus drank. And so did our visitor of the week, Hemogoblin, up here again from the Tidewater hash. And he was also goaded into telling a joke, singing a song and showing a body part. PubeBeAteHer got his birthday side-side for a birthday that was closer to last week. And many other folks drank for many other things, before we went back to enjoying the meatballs, and chicken and other various delightful munchies that we had been enjoying all day. As well as some cookies. And some pizza rolls. And the beer. And some other fine beverages. And a fine time was had, out of the rain. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1271 this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |