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| Hash Number: | 1271 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1271 |
| When: | Dec. 1, 2018 |
| Where: | 222 Delaware Street, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Smells Like Hash Spirit | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1271 When: Saturday, December 1, 2018 at 3:00pm HST Where: 222 Delaware Street, New Castle, DE 19720 (aka the old location of the David Finney Inn in downtown Old New Castle) Who Hare: Smells Like Hash Spirit and Dirty Wet Pussy What Else: Your guess is a good as mine, I’m making this shit up as I go. Bring a dry bag looks like it might be another wet trail if our RA can’t muster up some sun shine. Head lamp may also be a good idea if you dilly dally on trail. It’s dark by five these days. Friendlies: Kidniks- at your own risk, we can’t be responsible for what they might see or do? Dogsters?- let’s keep the dogs home this time. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 141 East/New Castle. Go past the airport, Rt. 13, and William Penn High School and take a left onto Rt. 273. Then bear right onto Delaware Street into Old New Castle. Parking is on the street, so it may take a few minutes to find a parking space and walk on over. Look for hashers. If you get lost call Dirty | Hashers |
| Biatch Bunion Butt Dancing Fool Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Groper Hornblower Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket Subpeonis The International House of Virgins Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Up the Rear Wet Lay With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1271 So, the slobbering pack met up at the soon-to-be-opened Sonora’s restaurant on Delaware Street in bustling Old New Castle, DE on another gray, rainy, mid 40-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, December 1, 2018 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Woody, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Do Me On the Beach, Mount Me, With Horns On His Tits, Devil Woman, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Tits of Steel, International House of Virgins, Spit Bucket, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Hornblower, Subpeonis, RaidR, Biotch, Dancing Fool, Toxic Shock, Up the Rear, Groper (to say “hi-bye”) and . . .? Our hares for today were restaurant proprietor Smells Like Hash Spirit and Dirty Wet Pussy, whom Hash Spirit had delegated the honors of laying trail to since she was up to her elbows in painting and prep for this establishment’s grand opening this month. Despite Dirty’s prior commitments, she had marked a lovely trail in sunshiney, blue skies this morning only to have it washed away by yet another Saturday afternoon’s deluge. So whilst we gathered under the sliver of shelter out back of the restaurant and sipped some suds to keep warm, Dirty explained that she would be partially live-haring to ensure that the directionally-challenged and lazy amongst us were able to find our way. Dirty asked the group whether we preferred “long or short” (trail, that is) and since the consensus was mixed, it would be a surprise reveal. We were to look for flour and purple chalk marks with some checks along the way, a Turkey/Eagle split or two and most-importantly a Beer Near or two. And so, Dirty was given a 10-ish minute Head-start while Hash Spirit allowed us to huddle inside until it was time to go play in traffic. On-On! Since no one had paid attention to which direction Dirty had gone, we wandered up and down 3rd Street for a bit until Pube and Spit Bucket found marks crossing over Delaware Street. We dashed on past the First State Historical Park across the wet, slippery brick, uneven pavement where amazingly no one managed to hash-crash. After touring the historical district and cutting through a garden which appeared to be in someone’s back yard, we were confused on a check near the Delaware River. After the slobs traversed the area or simply waited for someone else to look for marks, it was discovered that those who had checked-left had not gone far enough and trail brought us to a Turkey/Eagle split, where the Turkeys Head-ed into the neighborhood and the Eagles jaunted alongside the water and across a damn dam. On-On! Said dam led us into an enchanted forest where we quickly picked-up marks on trees.. We checked a few checks and jumped over some shiggy obstacles before being led out into a cemetery where we found marks on the other side going down 6th Street and eventually bringing us up to Route 9. We Head-ed left, dodging several lake-sized puddles and trying not to get sprayed by passing traffic until we came upon a familiar-to-H4 parking lot behind the Dollar General where the Turkeys were milling-about, pointing-out the Beer Near. Apparently, however some of the would-be Turkeys had missed the seemingly obvious mark and ended up on the Eagle trail, so we enjoyed more and more beers while watching a local cat-lady feed some strays that were hidden in a wooden box by the dumpster (not sure if anyone left them a beer). And so, Dirty who was at the Beer Near with IHOV, who had been assisting her with auto-haring, instructed us to Head-out beside the railroad tracks where we would find another Turkey/Eagle split on which the Eagles would be treated to another Beer Near and the Turkeys would be treated to a short trip back to point A. On-On! And so, after the last Turkey wandered in on the Eagle trail, we Head-ed off, picking up marks down 8th Street which led us around some neighborhoods until we reached the Turkey/Eagle split which had been foretold to us. This time, the Turkeys followed their appointed path while the Eagles toured the neighborhood some more and ran through some people’s creative yard encampments until we found Dirty and IHOV waiting for us on an off-the-grid gravel road where the bodies of trespassers are probably buried. So, while our formidable pack grew in size as the Eagles continued to roll in, we kept an eye out for any surly locals, but were fortunately left to enjoy our beers without incident. On-On! And finally, as the sun was setting, we Head-ed on back down the paved path by the river up to Battery Park where we lost marks, so took a variety of different avenues across the park and back to Delaware Street where the rest of the pack was impatiently waiting inside the restaurant for the beer to arrive. Hash Spirit nicely allowed us to circle up in the warmth of one of the back rooms or the restaurant where we would be out of earshot from the new neighbors. Our winter RA, Woody brought our hares in circle to be properly ridiculed for not having enough rain on trail and for Dirty auto-haring. Pube drank for being Eagle FRB while Lost Penis drank for being Turkey FRB. Orgy-Porgy drank for being DFL at the time, though apparently there were others still unaccounted-for on trail. RaidR, Biotch and IHOV were called-out for autho-hashing. Pube and Jewels drank for having a love-triangle which wasn’t a triangle. Interuptuses, With Horns On His Tits, IHOV, Hornblower, Subpeonis, RaidR, Biotch and others drank for forgetting we exist. And finally, once those with dry lips finished-off the down-downs, Woody allowed us to go in peace. Following circle, our restauranteur treated us to some tasty tomato soup, spanakopita , some spicy triangle tortilla bites that probably have a fancier name, cheese, prosciutto, crackers and more beer more beer more beer. Much revelry was had as we enjoyed our status as being the first unofficial patrons of the restaurant. Wishboneher showed-up in time to say “hi-bye” and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1272 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |