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| Hash Number: | 1190 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1190 |
| When: | May 24, 2017 |
| Where: | 320 Rocky Run Parkway, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Butthead | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1190 When: Wednesday, May 24, 2017, at 6:30pm HDT Where: Next to the Courtyard Marriott, 320 Rocky Run Pkwy, Wilmington, DE 19803. Look for marks and park there, spillover can park in abundant parking behind TGIF's, which isn't nearly as popular one would think from their very large parking lot. Who Hare: Butthead Friendlies: Probably dog friendly, and tick friendly for that matter, as it's also a deer-friendly trail. D’rections: From the south, take I-95 north to the Rt. 202 N exit, go a few miles, then left onto Rocky Run Pkwy. From the north, take I-95 south to the Naamans Rd/Rt. 92 W exit, go for a few miles, then left onto Concord Pike (Rt. 202 South), then right onto Rocky Run Pkwy and go behind chain-restaurant row (TGIFs, Famous Dave's, Olive Garden, and Red Lobster). | Hashers |
| Bee Orgy Big Mother Fucker Bumpy Beaver Butt Lite Butthead Closing Time Cousin It Dancing Fool Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Boy Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket Spunk Monkey Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Triple Whore Score Two Buck Canuck Up Piss Creek Vomit Comet Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1189 So, the slobbering pack met up in the Courtyard Marriott parking lot off 202 next to the trailhead of Brandywine State Park in the nice, north part of Wilmington, DE on a cool, mid 60-ish degree evening of Wednesday, May 24, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Spunk Monkey, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Dirty Wet Pussy, Jewels of Duh-Nile, Cousin It, Lost Boy, Perfect Woman, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver, Tits of Steel, Magic Carpet Ride, Do Me On the Beach, Big Motherfucker, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Jules, Just Kevin, Woody, Fuck 5, Closing Time, Toxic Shock, Devil Woman, Just Joe, Groper, Spit Bucket, Tinsel Tits, 2 Fuck Canuck, Dancing Fool, Butt Lite, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Bee Orgy (to say hello and goodbye at the start) and ...? Our “hare” for the day was supposedly Butthead, however the only evidence we had that he was actually in the area was his big orange toaster parked in the lot. As time ticked by, we continued to consume more beers, which unbeknownst to us at the time, we would need to store-up. Finally, it got to be around 7:00, which even by Hash Standard Time was a little late. RA, Wishboneher took it upon herself to have someone call the hare to see what the fuck was going on. Devil Woman had informed us that apparently while scouting for trail last night, Butthead managed to get himself lost in the woods, thus the scenario was no-doubt repeating itself at the moment. Wishboneher put Butthead on speaker-phone so we could all ridicule him for being absent at his own chalk-talk. Spunk Monkey then took command of chalk-talk by drawing a bunch of tit-checks on the pavement. Finally, the hare who was literally “phoning-it-in” managed to tell us to just go ahead and find trail. So, this was the beginning of what was sure to be a memorable evening if any of us managed to make it out alive. On-On! We quickly discovered some blue flour on trees and rocks leading us down into Brandywine Park. Woody and Fuck 5 were out in front and were not to be heard from for a while. We got hung-up on a check by the creek, where Pube went through a flooded tunnel and Hash Spririt and a few others went up-top on the bridge, only to find nothing. No matter, Dancing Fool came to the rescue, pulled out a handle of Fireball from his magic sack and declared a Shot Stop. Somehow we all knew this would be the only alcohol we would see for a while, so we all passed around the cinnamony goodness before we decided we should probably press on. On-On! Spit Bucket found true trail leading though a grassy field, but ran out of marks until Weird Al found an arrow leading into the woods and onto some lovely trails. Just when we were thinking, “Hey, Butthead’s not such a bad guy afterall,” we came upon a Beer Near written in chalk on a rock, which has been covered up by some leaves. Shockingly, there was no beer here or anywhere and since the parking lot was too far away, we continued to pass around the Fireball. On-On! So after the Beer Near that was not, we were led into a patch of shiggy where Just Joe asked if this is where Butthead got lost and we all wondered if the marks would eventually run out. Fortunately, they led us to an actual trail with a check and we were back on track until the next fucked-up Butthead mark: a “Check or Beer Near?” written on a rock. Teased yet again by the thought of beer that wasn’t there, we had some more Fireball, cursed the hare and continued on. On-On! Here, half the pack decided “Fuck-it!” and headed back to the lot, playing in a playground and taking lots of photos along the way. The rest of the pack got a nice tour of the numerous steep hills of Brandywine Park for a few more miles as darkness began to settle-in. Somewhere, sometime, someone (named Spunk?) laid a Turkey/Eagle split as a joke, but hashers being hashers, someone was bound to follow it into nothingness as we would later find out. Once most people had reached the On-In, including the hare, we all took turns physically and verbally assaulting him until RA, Wishboneher got the shit-show that was circle started. It was discussed that Butthead should drink for every infraction in circle, regardless of whether he had committed it or not. He was first forced to complete chalk-talk so we could finally hear about the trail we had just done. Then, of course he drank repeatedly for having no beer and for being a Butthead in general while Butt Lite was made to drink with him for having the same first name. Our visitor, 2 Fuck Canuck sang us a short song so we could continue ridiculing Butthead. Eventually, Wishboneher emptied all the ice from the coolers onto the pavement and had had Mr. Head sit his Butt down so we could sing him many loooong, sloooow songs. While all this was going on, it was discovered that Jewels of Duh-Nile, who had started trail late, was still lost in the woods after unknowingly following the fake Eagle trail into nothingness. Pube got him on the phone and drove 8 miles around to the other side of the park to rescue him. Thus, he made it just in time to drink his down-downs while sharing in the joys of verbally berating the hare. Finally Woody, who had been running around trying to dismiss circle was called-upon to do so and so ended the complete clusterfuck that was a Butthead trail. But wait, there’s more! As we were leaving for what we hoped was an apres’, Perfect Woman backed his truck into a tree, then took some of it with him as he drove away, leaving another huge branch on the ground. Wishboneher decided to heave said branch into Big Motherfucker’s truck who seemed very confused by the whole ordeal, so this may not be the last we see or hear of this tree. To be continued. Following circle, we all headed to McLaren’s for some actual beer as well as Seasons pizza, salad, nachos and samiches. All in all it was another REALLY shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1191 this Wednesday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |
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