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| Hash Number: | 1187 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1187 - H4's 18th Red Dress Run |
| When: | May 3, 2017 |
| Where: | 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Baby Jessica Cribsnatcher Smells Like Hash Spirit Strawberry Shortcake | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1187, H4's 18th Red Dress Run When: Wednesday, May 3, 2017, at 6:30pm HST Where: Deer Park Tavern, 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE 1971 Who Hare: Cribsnatcher and ?? What Should I Wear: Say yes to the dress, a red dress, that is. Don't have one? You might be able to pick up one at the last minute at the Goodwill in Newark Shopping Center. Why and What Else: So; it's confirmed, the Hockessin Hash House Harriers have NOT been banned from the Deer Park -- look for us on the veranda. Since the original Red Dress Run in San Diego back in in 90's was about collecting donations for some charity; I thought we could donate for Stephen Ballard, who was slain last week. We could donate individually, or as a group. A memorial fund has been established at the Delaware State Police Federal Credit Union in the name of Corporal Ballard and all proceeds will be given to his family. Checks can be made out to the DSTA- Stephen Ballard Memorial Fund, PO Box 168, Cheswold DE 19936. Friendlies: Dogs -- if they're wearing a red dress and don't mind being leashed up outside of a bar ... go for it. D’erections: See here, in case you've never been to the Deer Park Tavern; make sure your sexy red dress is hitting all the right curves; park; look around for hashers, they won't be hard to find; order a beer; and wait for the hash to start. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Baby Jessica Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Dick Fingers Dirty Wet Pussy Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lick Stick Lost Boy Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Smells Like Hash Spirit Spunk Monkey Strawberry Shortcake The Wetter the Better Toxic Waste Two Buck Fuck Up Piss Creek Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1187 – H4’s 18th-annal Red Dress Run So, the slobbering pack met up at our favorite spot, ye olde Deer Park Tavern in Newark, DE for H4’s 18th-annal Red Dress Run on a cool, low 60-ish degree evening of May 3, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dead End, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Butt Lite, Groper, Just Joe, Cousin It, Port-a-Ho, Spunk Monkey, Just Alex, Toxic Waste, Lickstick, Cribsnatcher, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Smells Like Strawberry Shortcake, Baby Jessica, Dick Fingers, Just Brody, WishBoneHer, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Lost Boy, Two Buck Fuck, Pickle Dick, Rack Attack, Perfect Woman, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver and . . .? Our hare for the day was our founding father, Cribsnatcher (who perhaps couldn’t fit into his red dress anymore or is just getting lazy and instead showed-up in a red hoody), with additional monitoring responsibilities assigned to co-hares Smells Like Hash Spirit, Baby Jessica and Smells Like Strawberry Shortcake. Wishboneher was about to yell us together for chalk talk, when we were diverted with the news that there were free Fireball shots inside. Sure enough, some good Samaritan (Pittsburgher) was entertained enough by our display to purchase shots for the lot of us. Whether or not she wrote them off on her business expenses is unknown, but nevertheless we indulged and thanked her for her generosity (or insanity). Finally, at the ass-crack of 7:03-ish, Crib threw down some chalk and flour marks consisting of a Check, False, some white or blue blobs and most-importantly, 2 Beer Nears. Hash Spirit indicated she had not been clued-in at all to trail, but her daughters Baby Jessica and Smell Like Strawberry Shortcake were in the know, and the ones who would be responsible for us in case (certainty) of us becoming hopelessly lost, arrested or run-over. And so, without further ado, we headed on-out to invade Main Street. On-On! This being a Crib trail, the pack was quickly spread out into about 5 different directions at the first check. All one really had to do was stick with the mini-hares who looked as confused as the rest of us and the passing locals as to why we were all running around frantically, getting our whore-ish attire all sweaty. True trail had us cutting through the campus, down College Ave, and crossing Cleveland Ave, where we encountered another check in a 5-direction intersection. Since the pack has the collective brain of a goldfish, history repeated itself again and the slobs were again chasing trash, road paint, bird shit and anything that was not a mark until some flour was spotted down a side street that led us to our first Beer Near. Some of us were more sweaty than was necessary, especially Pickle Dick who didn’t find his way to the beer until we were almost ready to on-out. Crib instructed us to ignore the next Beer Near, as that was supposed to have been the actual Beer Near, but some cops were spotted in the vicinity and we didn’t have Mount Me here to make excuses for us. And so, we headed out in search of a Bear Near that actually wasn’t. On-On! We ignored the Beer Near and trail had us heading down the Newark-Pomeroy Trail back across Cleveland Ave and behind the Newark Shopping Center. We came to a check near an apartment complex where some co-eds heckled us and told us we could find beer at The Grain. Indeed, this is where the next Beer Near was located, however Crib dissuaded us once again saying the place was too crowded and we would need to find an alternate location for the Beer Near. PubeHeAteHer happened to have some chalk on-hand, so became a hare and marked trail for us up to Klondike Kate’s, which was thankfully not overcrowded and happened to be having a kids’ night with a balloon sculptor and temporary tattoo artist. Perfect! We ordered some pitchers while Rack Attack, Baby Jessica and Smells Like Strawberry Shortcake got themselves giant balloon hats, Wetter got a balloon dolphin hat, and Hare Today Cum Tomorrow and Spunk Monkey got themselves sparkly tattoos. After we had sufficiently worn-out our welcome, it was time to head back to the Deer Park (at least that’s what we assumed, because Crib was done laying marks). On-In! Once we were back home, we were again quarantined to the upstairs of the Deer Park where trays of nachos and quesadillas were already cumming out, so since there is no separating a hasher from their food, we gorged for a bit before RA, Wishboneher herded us together for circle. Many insults and accusations ensued and songs were sung. The 4 hares toasted with their waters for laying a shitty that included 2 bogus Beer Nears. Lost Penis was accused of being FRB, though denied this, but did use her circle time to collect some dollah-dollah-bills for the Cystic Fibrosis fundraiser. PubeHeAteHer was somehow DFL after previously becoming the hare, but perhaps just wanted more beer. Dirty Wet Pussy was accused of almost hash-crashing, but then for losing a chugging contest to some co-eds somewhere on trail. Wet Lay and Bunion Butt were accused of having a side circle, so Bunion got to wear the dunce cap of shame, which is not considered headgear. Toxic Waste, Lickstick, Weird Al, Bumpy, and Dead End all drank for auto-hashing because trail was apparently too long. Some hashers with similar names were made to drink over and over. Several interuptuses drank for cumming out of hibernation, including Just Alex who claimed he didn’t cum regularly because he didn’t want to be named. As Wishboneher said, “The hash always wins,” so Just Alex was named Menage-a-Tongue for his ability to communicate with multiple tongues, which no-doubt intrigued the ladies. Spunk Monkey had the nerve to have a birthday today, so he was given a proper side-side and fuck-you after Port-a-Ho presented him with a lovely chocolate cake. And finally, it was declared “May the hash go in peace,” so we could all get a piece of cake (or in Hare Today’s case, a quarter of the cake). ***Thanks to all who gave to State Trooper Ballard’s Memorial Fund tonight, as H4 was able to raise $200 in contributions. Following circle, we all loitered at the Deer Park over more beers until we realized too late that it was Wednesday and not Saturday and all said welcome back to hangover Thursdays. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1188 this Wednesday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |