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| Hash Number: | 1177 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1177 - 11th Annual Mardi Gras Hash |
| When: | Feb. 25, 2017 |
| Where: | 201 Ruthar Drive, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1177, 11th Annual Mardi Gras Hash When: Saturday, February 25, 2017, at 3pm HST Where: Ruthar Drive Industrial Park, Newark DE Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt Why: Hurricanes, Beer, & Beads What else: Dry bag recommended Friendlies: Should be fine for doggies, but keep yer filthy hounds outta our house! D’erections: Ruthar Drive is located between Red Mill & Harmony Roads just south of Kirkwood Highway (Route 2). From I-95, take Exit 3 (Route 273) west toward Newark. Make an immediate right turn onto Harmony Road, continuing for about 3 miles on Harmony Road (crossing Brownleaf Rd & the Stanton-Ogletown Road (Route 4). After crossing Stanton-Ogletown Road (Route 4), travel another quarter mile or so and turn left onto Ruthar Drive. Locate the nearly abandoned warehouse building of Excell Business Systems on your right at 201 Ruthar Drive (intersection of Happy Lane). Park behind building & prepare to Hash. OR – Map search for 201 Ruthar Drive, Newark, Delaware | Hashers |
| Big Mother Fucker Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Closing Time Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy F6 Famous Jack Gizz Specialist Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Tinsel Tits Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1177, the Mardi Gras Hash So, the slobbering pack met at the industrialized Ruthar Drive Industrial Park on a starting-out-pleasantly-mild, 70-ish degree afternoon of February 25, 2017 AD for H4’s annal Mardi Gras Hash. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Woody, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Lost Penis, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Dirty Wet Pussy, Butt Lite, Mary Fucking Poppins, Sandy Penis Beach, Rugburn, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Dead End, Gizz Specialist, Fuck 5, Closing Time, Just Sam, Just Katie, Just Emily, Just Greg, Just Austin, Just Kelsey, Just Sue and ...? Our hares for the day were our illustrious beermeisters, Bunion Butt and Wet Lay who not only provided us with the usual piss in a can, but a jug of hurricane (perhaps to forecast the impending weather?) and a variety of Mardi Gras beads (regular or anal, depending on one’s preference) to adorn us. The weather couldn’t have started out more beautiful, but this being a Bunion Butt trail, we were advised to wait and see as some dark clouds began to creep their way in. Since no RA’s were available today, Dirty Wet Pussy was appointed for the job and she heartily yelled everyone together to get the shit show started. Many “Justs” were made to cum by Bumpy Beaver and Wet Lay, but only two turned out to be virgins (Just Katie and Just Kelsey). Bunion Butt explained the marks he had thrown down with his usual dramatic flair and let us know to be on the look-out for some checks, a check-back 3, which “won’t be on this trail,” a turkey-eagle split, with the eagle trail being shorter but with rock-climbing involved and of course the beer near, which is all we really cared about anyway. He warned the FRB’s that we wouldn’t be getting a run in today which sent visions of briars dancing through our heads as Bunion further advised us to follow some orange ribbons that may be out there. We were also warned that a double arrow meant we “might” be trespassing, so we should proceed with quiet caution so as not to get shot ... more on that later. So, without further dawdling, we followed the double arrow into the field beyond ... On-On! Early-on during this trail we realized that we were to be in touch with nature pretty much the whole time as we worked our way deeper and deeper into the shiggy. We also learned that Bunion Butt doesn’t necessarily feel he needs to mark the more-obvious deer trails through the woods, but basically through the thickest shit he can find. And so, there was some blood left on trail, some scaling of creeks a few times and eventually we came upon the double arrow around some guy’s property, which we may or may not have tread lightly upon. As a matter of fact, Cousin It later informed us that a startled homeowner, who happened to have a gun at his side, came out to ensure that us damn kids didn’t creep up any further on his lawn. (whispering) On-On! Luckily, no shots were fired and we all got out of the brambles for a bit, crossed a footbridge and enjoyed the Beer Near waiting for us in front of some guy’s barn on a residential street. That is, until a curmudgeony gentleman showed-up in his car to scold us that we had violated his property back there as well, though Gizz Specialist who is actually in the business assured us that the property we had run through belonged to everyone and we had probably just interrupted his afternoon nap. Bunion Butt, having a flair for diplomacy apparently smoothed things over for us as we guzzled what remained of our beers and high-tailed it back toward the creek before any more angry villagers came out with torches and pitchforks. On-On! Now, here is where things really started to get interesting. The once beautiful weather had indeed taken a turn as the thunder and lightning began making us wonder if the forces of nature were all collectively telling us that we had no business being out here today. The turkey-eagle split had the turkeys up on the railroad tracks (trying not to become lightning rods) and the eagles scrambling over some boulders and up the steep embankment to eventually join the turkeys. Bunion smoothed things over again by offering us all an impromptu hurricane stop while a seemingly real-live hurricane was brewing in the air. We enjoyed a few shots, then headed into more shiggy before cumming beside the railroad tracks again as we prayed for deliverance (the On In) from the now full-on storm. On-On! Trail spit us out into the industrial park’s parking lots which all looked the same as we tried to find marks before the torrential rain washed them all away. Finally, the end was upon us and we all ran to the safety of our cars where Pube was found to be completely dry, wondering where everyone had been for the past ten minutes. Once everyone was accounted-for, we were instructed to gather up at the hares’ home for circle. By the time circle commenced, the storm had pretty-much passed by because MFP had showed up with his umbrella and we were able to enjoy the warmth of the fire pit while Dirty got the shit show rolling. The hares were made to drink for having too much pavement, not enough firearms and not enough (actual) hurricanes on their trail. Bunion was congratulated and feared by all for again controlling the weather. Pube drank for being a dry FRB, while Cousin It rolled in last looking like a drowned rat. Woody and a few others drank for bleeding all over nature and many interuptuses drank for forgetting what they had been missing. Then, Closing Time was accused of being pregnant on trail and drank water for her crime while it was discussed whether Fuck 5 should be re-named Fuck 6. Finally, Woody bid that we all go in peace so we could get a piece of muff ... uletta. Following circle, we did indeed enjoy some muffuletta, gumbo, pecan pralines and cake, in which Sandy found the baby by declaring, “What the hell is this?!” All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1178 this Saturday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |