Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:1171
What:Hockessin Hash #1171
When:Jan. 14, 2017
Where:109 Brennen Drive, Newark, DE
Hares:Mary Fucking Poppins
Smells Like Hash Spirit
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What:  Hockessin Hash #1171
When:  Saturday, January 14, 2017 AD at 3pm, HST
Where:  109 Brennen Drive, Newark, DE  19713
Who Hare:  Smells Like Hash Spirit and Mary Fucking Poppins
Friendlies:  Bring dogs and kids at your own risk.
D'erections:  From I-95, take the Rt. 273 West exit towards Newark.  Go about 5 miles and take the exit for Rt. 4 West towards Newark.  Go for ~1/2 mile, pass the School for the Deaf and then then other schools and take a right onto Pearson Drive.  Take a right onto Brennen Drive, find 109.  Park, hash,
Hashers
Bunion Butt
Circle Jerk
Dead End
Devil Woman
Dick Fingers
Dirty Wet Pussy
Fast Eddie
Jewel of Duh-Nile
Lost Penis
Magic Carpet Ride
Mary Fucking Poppins
Mount Me
NecroPheelMeUp
Seen Your Panties
Skidmarks
Smells Like Hash Spirit
Wet Lay
With Horns On His Tits
Woody Woodpecker
Hash Trash
Trash for Hockessin Hash #1171
So, the slobbering pack met in the driveway of Smells Like Hash Spirit and Dick Fingers on Brennen Drive in destination Newark, DE on a raw, damp, mid 30-ish degree afternoon of January 14, 2017 AD.  Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included:  Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Seen Your Panties, Woody, NecroPheelMeUp, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Magic Carpet Ride, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Dick Fingers, Devil Woman, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Dirty Wet Pussy, Mount Me, With Horns On His Tits, Dead End and ...?
Our hares for the day were Mary Fucking Poppins and Smells Like Hash Spirit who had no-doubt cooked-up some sweet treat of a trail for us today.  MFP had apparently marked trail in orange-colored flour just in case the weather forecast had actually been right about potential snow, but instead we had a cold, shitty mist to contend with.  No matter, we were all in good spirits as MFP explained the marks which were to include great balls of flour, some checks which may or may not include some Fuck-you’s, a Beer Near and an unmarked Turkey/Eagle split in the beginning in which the Turkeys were to simply listen to the hare to tell them where to go (a task that seemingly any bird-brain could accomplish).  And so, the “Eagles” eventually took flight down Brennen Drive while the “Turkeys” stood around waiting for life to happen.             On-On!
The Eagles got hung-up on a check until they pulled their heads out of their asses and realized they were to go in the direction that they had initially ignored.  Turns-out, the Eagle trail simply made a U-turn through the neighborhood and met up with the Turkeys who were wandering in the direction of Chestnut Hill Road (whether they were listening to the hare’s directions was debatable).  Some of us took our lives into our own hands by sprinting across Chestnut Hill Road into oncoming traffic, but as far as I know, no one because a speedbump ... at least not there.
On-On!  
We wound our way hither-and-yon through the Breezewood neighborhood and eventually came upon a check leading us behind some houses, across a log “bridge” and into some shiggified area.  Somehow we began to hear the booming voice of Woody calling “On-On” from further ahead and later learned that he had hashed smarter through a check, cutting off an entire section while keeping his feet dry, of course.  We navigated our way through some muck and thorns through some trails which were apparently part of some old convent land.  So, we said a prayer for beer and low-and-behold a Beer Near did appear before us.  “Near,” however was slightly relative as it took us sharp-knives-in-the-drawer a while to realize that we had to trek our way into a park and further discover the fairly-obvious blue cooler in the playground (which thankfully had not been drained by any drunk neighborhood children).  Here we were joined by Hash Spirit who had left her children to tend to each other and the food for the important task of bringing us our beer. We lingered long enough to begin shivering as we waited for the rest of the slobs to find their way to the long-awaited happiness in a can.  Finally, Magic Carpet Ride in an unprecedented display of speed, started bolting back home toward the water tower in a quest for heat.
On-On!
Not having far to go, the way back seemed pretty simple to navigate, that is until Devil Woman tripped on some uneven pavement and face-planted onto some concrete.   A horror movie/OJ scene ensued with pools of blood in the street, bloody gloves and Lost Penis calling ahead to make sure Hash Spirit had plenty of paper towels and ice ready.  Luckily, despite Devil looking like she had been in an MMA fight, no teeth were damaged in the making of this carnage and DW certainly wins the prize for most blood on trail ... ever.
Once everyone had arrived at the On-In, gone inside the house to get warm and made sure Devil was still alive, our RA Skidmarks commenced circle out in the driveway. Jewels of Duh-Nile drank for managing to be FRB, while Magic drank for managing to transform into a track star at the end (and again for headgear).  Seen Your Panties, Dick Fingers and With Horns On His Tits drank for being away too long because of kids or some responsibilities and shit.  MFP served as stunt-liver for Devil, since he felt responsible for his trail breaking her face.  And, of course, the hares drank for their trail being too short, too smooth, and not having enough blood on it.  Finally, after several attempts Woody was granted permission to bit “May the hash go in peace,” so we could all peacefully go inside and bring feeling back to our various extremities. 
Following circle, we happily served as guinea pigs for Hash Spirit to try out some new potentially Outlandish dishes, consisting of some delicacies of noodles, beef in a tasty broth with bok choy, various veggies, and spices on top.  Additionally, there was a birthday cake for With Horns prepared by the little ladies of the household while card games were played and more beer was consumed.  All in all it was another shitty trail.  Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1172 this Saturday.
On-On!NecroPheelMeUp