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| Hash Number: | 1178 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1178 |
| When: | March 4, 2017 |
| Where: | 270 Polly Drummond Hill Road, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bumpy Beaver Weird Al Spanks the Bitch | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1178 When: Saturday, March 4, 2017, at 3pm HST Where: Polly Drummond Hill Road Shopping Center -- 270 Polly Drummond Hill Road, Newark, DE 19711 Who Hare: Bumpy Beaver and Weird Al D’erections: From I-95, take exit 3/Rt 273 East toward Dover. Turn right toward Newark. Follow to Red Mill Road and turn right. A quick left will put you on Red Mill Road going north. Take Red Mill Road across (Kirkwood Highway) Rt. 2. At this point you will be on Polly Drummond Hill Road. Follow up to the shopping center on the right. Park along the far side of the lot and look for wankers milling about. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Fast Eddie Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1178 So, the slobbering pack loitered around in the shopping center outside McGlynn’s Pub in Pike Creek, DE on a fucking cold, windy, mid 30-ish degree afternoon of March 4, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Woody, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cousin It, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Dead End, Dancing Fool, Toxic Shock, Groper, Magic Carpet Ride, Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Do Me On the Beach, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Mount Me, Devil Woman and ...? Our hares for the day were Weird Al and Bumpy Beaver, who was celebrating her 39th birthday for the umpteenth time. Turns out it was also Dancing Fool’s birthday, and it just so happened that he showed up at the beginning of trail with his Honda Toaster full of his signature mylar balloons for the occasion. Today being 40 degrees colder than last week, we all braced ourselves against the wind and huddled together with our beers while we waited for RA, Skidmarks to circle us up for chalk-talk. Weird Al then stepped forward, drew an arrow pointing left out of the parking lot and said “There. Follow that.” Not sure whether the briefness was due to the cold, that Weird Al didn’t feel like being bothered or that this was simply the only mark on trail, but after the shortest chalk talk ever, we followed the arrow and hoped for the best. On-On! More flour marks were actually discovered on the far end of the parking lot leading us across New Linden Hill Road, through the school yard and into the English Village neighborhood where we encountered a few checks leading us up a rather steep hill (for Delaware) and across the street to a trail head (who said head?) into the Judge Morris park area. Weird Al having said at the start, “Why would you run on pavement when there are all these beautiful trails around?” we pretty much figured a jaunt in the woods was in store, unless he was just fucking with us. Skids stopped to water a tree while Woody warned him that it was way to cold to expose himself today. An so, trail took us on a lovely tour of Judge Morris park with a few checks thrown in and a long False that Pube found and Circle Jerk just ran through and kept going. The rest of us sprang, sauntered, or slogged our way through the twisting and turning terrain until we came upon a clearing and spotted Weird Al’s gargantuan work truck up ahead in the parking lot. Beer Near! We were happy that there was actually a beer near, since according to chalk talk, there was only an arrow, so we chilled-out in the chilly air and enjoyed our brews while we watched Fast Eddie and Circle Jerk appear out of nowhere from the other end of the park. Then a random runner happened upon us and while we prepared to be chastised for our public intoxication, he simply said he had hashed with us before and knew Crib, but didn’t explain why he hadn’t cum back, so we were left to our assumptions. As he ran away from us again, the cold began to make our extremities stiff and a few wankers took off to find the rest of trail just as the DFL’s were arriving. On-On! No one lingered too long and as we followed trail across the field and entered the woods, Weird Als’ favorite mark appeared again and we were sent following an arrow left out to Polly Drummond Hill Road. Weird Al left a few more marks, but either ran out of flour or got tired of this shit and figured we knew how to get back anyway. Nip Fuck drove by, honking at all of us and stopped by at the On-In until she got tired of standing in the damn cold. Once everyone got back, we all huddled up for circle and were told to get our own damn beers because it was too cold to pour them. And so, Skidmarks began the shivering shit-show with the hares being made to drink for their shitty-ass trail. Pube and Dirty Wet Pussy drank for FRB and DFL, while Mount Me drank for auto-hashing to the party. Bumpy and Dancing Fool drank for having the nerve to have birthdays and Devil Woman was made to drink for going another week without hash-crashing. Magic Carpet Ride drank for interputusing and for the Flyers not winning enough games, then drank again for headgear. Wetter the Better drank for wearing too-clean purple shoes, then somehow everyone who had purple in their shoes was made to drink as well. Finally, Woody was allowed to run around the circle shouting, “May the hash go in peace!” so we could all get the hell to some place warmer. Following circle, we gathered up at Rackers and feasted upon some nice, hot chili, rice dishes, salad and generic (“Insert Name Here”) birthday cake provided by our hares. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1179 (Philly Green Dress) this Saturday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |