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| Hash Number: | 1281 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1281 |
| When: | Feb. 9, 2019 |
| Where: | 205 Penn Green Rd, Landenberg, PA |
| Hares: | Pickle Dick Tinsel Tits | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1281 When: Saturday, February 9, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: Landenberg United Methodist Church parking lot, 205 Penn Green Rd, Landenberg PA, 19350. Who Hare: Tinsel Tits and Pickle Dick What Else: Dry bag, headlight.(just in case you get lost. Be kind to property owners as we have permission to trespass on some of their lands. Friendlies: Please no kids or animals. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 7 North and go a bunch of miles. From Rt 7(Limestone rd) turn left onto Little Baltimore Rd. In about 2 miles turn left onto Broad Run Rd. In 1.3 miles turn slight right onto Good Hope Rd. In 0.3 miles turn right onto Penn Green Rd. In 0.7 miles, parking lot will be on the left across from the church. Park and hash.. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bang For Your Buck Beulah Ball-Breaker Biatch Bunion Butt Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Groper Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer RaidR She Came Skidmarks Spit Bucket Spunk Monkey Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Wet Lay Wishboneher With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1281 So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot across from Landenberg United Methodist Church in the north country of Landenberg, PA on a sunny, butt cold and nippley, low 30-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, February 9, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Wishboneher, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Spit Bucket, Do Me On the Beach, Devil Woman, Asshopper, Groper, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Spunk Monkey, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Beulah Ball Breaker, With Horns On His Tits, Port-A-Ho, Bang For Your Buck, She Came, Dirty Wet Pussy, Woody, Tits of Steel, Toxic Shock, RaidR, Biatch and ...? Our hares for today were Tinsel Tits and Pickle Dick who are well on their way to being over-achievers in the hare department, this being their second trail of 2019. And so, we huddled-up, layered-up and lubed-up in an effort to shield ourselves from the ball-freezing wind whilst our hares threw down some marks for chalk-talk. Our fair-weather RA, Wishbonenher stepped forward in a bright orange snow suit that could be seen from Newark and yelled us together so that the hares could explain their marks. Tinsel did the honors, but decided she really didn’t need to explain much since there were no virgins (only experienced whores) present. There were to be tennis-ball shaped and other assorted blobs of flour, checks, you’re Fucked’s, a Be Very Careless mark, a Check Back with unknown number, a Shot Stop (yay!), we assumed a Beer Near (though the mark seemed to have been overlooked here) and a Turkey-Eagle split which Tinsel informed us was not marked, so the hares would need to tell us where to go at the appointed time, so hopefully that would be clear-as-mud later. And so, as the wankers chugged their remaining fancy State-of-Emergency beers or standard cheap piss-in-a-can, we followed the true-trail arrow out into the bustling metropolis of Landenberg where Tinsel had assured us we had permission to tread on private property (hopefully we would not encounter any gun shots or angry torch-bearing mobs, but this would remain to be seen). On-On! We immediately encountered a check, which fanned the pack out into many directions until marks were discovered Head-ing up Landenberg Road and banging right down a trail by White Clay Creek. Said trail brought us to a dead-end at a Check Back 1, however since there was more than 1 mark behind us, we became confused and started looking for marks on trees up the hill, though apparently the hares had intended for us to follow marks on the lower trail. After much grunting and milling-about, the slobs turned back and found the hares sitting on a guardrail on Landenberg Road realizing that their ‘plan’ had not worked, but at least no one had gotten hopelessly lost ... yet. On-On! And so, the pack took off after Skids, Lost, Spit Bucket and Port-A-Ho who had not fallen for the hares’ silly trick until we had to back-track ‘on-hare’ when trail took an unexpected left on Evergreen Court. We then checked left down a dirt road which led us up and down some unnamed, gravel paths, which eventually led us out to civilization onto Laurel Heights Road and banging a left back on Penn Green Road until we followed an arrow up someone’s driveway. Spit Bucket and yours-truly explored the backyard of someone’s trailer until Skids and Pube found marks going through the side yard, into a field and back out into a neighborhood where we checked-left and bombed down a hill until we found a Beer Near mark pointing into someone’s driveway. Fortunately, according to Tinsel we had permission to drink in this driveway, so we freely indulged for the 15-20 minutes it took for the rest of the slobs to drag their asses in. And once we had soaked-up as much ‘heat’ from the February sun as possible and enjoyed a few more of those fancy and not-so-fancy beers, we were informed by the hare that this was the unmarked Turkey-Eagle trail. So, the Eagled Head-ed on up the driveway and left around the neighborhood and the Turkeys made a direct line through someone’s yard. On-On! Spit Bucket, Skids, Pube, Woody and yours-truly ran an extra loop, somehow managing to lose Woody along the way until we met up with Pickle hearding the rest of the slobs up a hill and left into a patch of shiggy trails. With Horns On His Tits was on a mission and almost missed the shot stop, where Pube and Spunk appeared to have already killed-off most of a handle of Fireball. There was also Jagermeister, giving us the option of mixing the two for an extra-good time. A local dude strolling by asked if this was “Karen’s” group, so we made sure to tell him we had no idea who he was talking about. So, once we had sufficiently warmed ourselves with liquid heartburn, it was time to Head-out back into the shiggy. On-On! Eventually the shiggy spewed us back out into a neighborhood where we Head-ed down, down, down a long-ass hill which at last brought us back to the parking lot from whence we had cum. And so, our orange-clad RA circled us up in the church parking lot for the communion of the hash to sing each other’s praises. FRB, Pube drank along with DFL, Skidmarks who somehow blamed Port-A-Ho for holding him up. The visiting H5 contingency of She Came and Bang drank to a lesbian song. She Came gave some broken-leg excuse and drank along with RaidR and Biatch for auto-hashing. Several interuptuses drank, including Wishboneher who was made to drink again for not removing her headgear because “the RA doesn’t have to,” so instead, she removed her orange snow suit and showed that she had matched it to her underwear. Bunion Butt was called-out for showing-up with brand-new, chunky shoes and was lucky the wanks decided it was probably too cold to make him drink out of one. Last but not least, the hares drank for their shitty trail and for not having enough hills, thorns, and confused property owners on trail. And though there were still down-downs left, Woody was called upon to dismiss us, but he couldn’t spit the words out of his blue lips, having just returned from Florida. So, some of us did the rest of the down-downs and got the hell out of there before hypothermia set in. Following circle we gathered up at the home of the hares where we were treated to a spread of rice, vegan chili, and crescent rolls with some meat and hot-spicy peppers inside, which cased us to drink plenty more beer. Lemon bars were enjoyed for dessert, some dancing, much laughter and revelry ensued and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1282 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |