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| Hash Number: | 552 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #552 |
| When: | April 9, 2005 |
| Where: | Christiana Hospital/Helen F. Graham Cancer Center |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher Crusty Calves Just Fucking Take It | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #552 Where: Christiana Hospital/Helen F. Graham Cancer Center When: Saturday, April 9, 2005 at 3pm Who: Just F*ckin Take It, Cribsnatcher and Crusty Calves Why: We're back in Delaware, so we're not in danger of the floods, locusts or other plagues that describe hashing in Jersey. D'erections: From I-95, take exit 4B/Rt. 7 North. Get yerself on Rt. 58/Churchmans Rd westbound. Take a left onto Rt. 4 West. Take left into the hospital entrance and turn right toward the rear of the Helen F. Graham Cancer Center. Look for hashers, park, and hash. (Also see the next section below) Instructions: Bring a chair to sit on and a similar good idea is to bring dry shoes and clothes. | Hashers |
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| HASH TRASH Hockessin HHH Run 552 9 April 2005 The Crusty Crib Blood Donor Hash On a beautiful day, almost 30 hounds of the H4 gathered at the Graham Cancer Center of Christiana Hospital. The hares, Crusty Calves and Cribsnatcher, got us moving into the surrounding woods after they first had us moving in confusing circles between route 4, the hospital, and the huge grounds of MNBA. Before starting out, we had a little visit from a couple of Security Dorks who were worried about sinister-looking people all decked out in rude and lewd T-shirts. But Himalaya took them aside and explained that we are a fanatical environmentalist nature club at war with beer-swilling litterbugs. I mean, who could doubt us when Dancing Fool was standing right there with his treasure lode. Then Him'll Lay Ya gave them a gratis Chemistry lecture for being so understanding. When he got to the catalyzed dichromate oxidation of ethanol to acetic acid, they were holding their heads and running off screaming. Good ploy. Once untracked, we moved out into some pretty heavy shiggy. The thorns were ferocious! We got ripped up and down so that we could only lament the fact that we weren't closer to the hospital's blood bank for donations. Somewhere in the woods we got separated into clueless, confused splinter groups—a whole bunch of bewildered losers moving in various d'erections. Beer stops were missed by accidental SCBs; mud and thorns were found instead. The SCBs came to the ON IN after about an hour on trail (What trail? Whose trail?) While the bulk of the mad dawgs came in after an hour and a half in shiggyland. With the sun still high in the sky, we circled-up for Delinkwent's ecclesiastical mismanagement where the finished along with an assortment of other violators. During the baptismal naming of Cuntra, sacred beer was spilled and Delinkwent prostrated himself with jihad-like martyr instincts in an heroic attempt to save the spilled brew. From there, it was a drive to Breakwind's Saloon on old Philadelphia Pike for the Apres. Plenty of beer and an excellent buffet of salad, chicken Kiev nuggets, crab testicles, sliced pork , and chili restored our tissues. | |
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