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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1275 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1275 |
| When: | Dec. 29, 2018 |
| Where: | 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Asshopper The Wetter the Better | Message |
| What: Hockessin "Make The Last One Last" Hash #1275 When: Saturday, December 29, 2018 at 3pm HST Where: 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE, 19713. PLEASE be mindful of where and how you park your ride! Who Hare: Wetter the Better and Asshopper What Else: Will be muddy so bring clean shoes for the Aprés Friendlies: No. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 1 for Route 896 N/Newark. Stay right and at the 2nd light, take a right JUST AFTER W Chestnut Hill Rd. The AFTER is a jug-handle to go across, there is no left turn lane at the light. On W Chestnut Hill Rd take the 3rd Right and go to the end. Folks coming N on I-95 can get off an exit early and save the toll and make their way to Rt. 896 South and turn right on W Chestnut Hill. If you're lame enough to get lost ... who you gonna call: Asshopper Wetter | Hashers |
| American Halfass Asshopper Beulah Ball-Breaker Biatch Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Jewel of Duh-Nile Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp On the Rag Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Shit Out of Luck Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1275 So, the slobbering pack met up at the home of our hares on Art Lane in destination Newark, DE on a fine, unseasonably warm and actually not rainy, near 50-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, December 29, 2018 A.D. for the last hash of a memorable year. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Woody, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Dirty Wet Pussy, American Halfass, Shit Out Of Luck, Spit Bucket, RaidR, Biotch, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Beulah Ball Breaker, Do Me On the Beach, Magic Carpet Ride, On the Rag, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Butt Lite and . . .? Our hares for today were none other than The Wetter the Better and Asshopper who were ready to “make the last one last” for this final trail-hoorah of 2018. Apparently, this would also be the last December to contain 5 Saturdays in it for another 823 years, so we felt compelled to make the celebration last at least that long and re-convene here in 2841. Today being actually warm enough and dry enough to enjoy the great outdoors for a change, we hung out in the hares’ driveway whilst enjoying some cans of sudsy goodness as we waited for all the wanks to roll in. Asshopper apparently decided to keep things simple for this trail, as the only marks he had bothered to throw down for chalk-talk were flour blobs, a check and a Jolly-J. And “oh yeah,” a Check Back was added and, “well, you guys know there will be beer.” To make it official, Woody added a BN just so we were clear and since there wasn’t any clear direction of where to go from here, Asshopper added an arrow pointing through his yard toward Minquil Drive. And so, for auld lang syne, and for fuck’s sake, the old wanks Head-ed on-out toward a new trail, new year and new beer (well, probably just old PBR). On-On! The wanks hit a check on Minquil Drive, where Pube went left and Jewels gave up the high ground and went right, only to be turned back by a “you’re Fucked.” The rest of the pack wandered aimlessly waiting for the FRB’s to check the checks, which led us left on Park Drive and into the mucky trails of Rittenhouse Park. On-On! We came to a check requiring either a swim across the creek or a jaunt across the bridge, so opting for the dryer of the two, we Head-ed over the bridge and onto those familiar trails on the other side where there were many tree roots and mud pits to traverse. Spit Bucket was turned-back by a Jolly-J while the rest of us eventually went left through someone’s side yard to the adjacent neighborhood on Chestnut Hill Road. On-On! Up and down the hills of pavement we bounded until trail banged a right back toward Rittenhouse Park where Pube was turned-back by the second Jolly-J and the rest of us met Wetter down a trail to the Beer Near. This also doubled as a Mulled-Wine Near as Wetter treated us to some hot, spicy goodness while we watched a bunch of the wanks nearly miss the turn and apparently a few more hit a Check-Back 6 in the opposite direction. For some reason, hashers don’t trust other hashers yelling directions at them. What could possibly go wrong? So, eventually the DFL’s arrived and we may have left a few drips of liquid for them, but soon enough it was time to Head-on out. Asshopper informed us that there was some trail marked somewhere in this area, but suggested that we just Head back toward the Check-Back 6 that a few of us had fortunately missed earlier. On-On! We Head-ed back through the neighborhood from whence we had cum where we picked-up marks again and Pube got chased by a rambunctious German Shepherd until we found trail leading back through Rittenhouse Park. Down through the mud we wound, past some more anxious dogs and confused humans where Pube epically hash-crashed in the mud causing some kid to laugh hysterically for as long as it took for the rest of us to catch up. And at last, we crossed the On-In which wasn’t exactly near the home of the hares, but we managed to make our way up the muddy bank to the back of the neighborhood of Art Lane and waited for the pack to drag their asses in for circle. And so, our RA, Woody organized the chaos of the insults, accolades, mud-slinging and bad singing. Our hares drank for their shitty trail. The Jolly-J drinkers Spit Bucket, Pube, Wet Lay and Cousin It drank again. Pube drank for FRB and hash-crashing. Jewels drank for being a whore. Orgy drank for being Orgy. Tinsel drank for having another blonde moment. The Karens drank. The Chris/Kris’ drank. Interuptuses, OTR and others drank. Bunion Butt strongly encouraged us to fill the holes (in the hare-raiser schedule, that is). And Woody declared that we shut the hell up and go in peace. Following circle, Wetter treated to a lovely spread of salad, veggie enchiladas, mac and cheese, cake, and South African shots. More beer more beer more beer was enjoyed and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1276 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |