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| Hash Number: | 1192 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1192 |
| When: | June 7, 2017 |
| Where: | 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | -Mystery Hare- NecroPheelMeUp | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1192 When: Wednesday, June 7, 2017, at 6:30 HDT Where: Ye Olde Deer Park Tavern (108 W. Main St., Newark, DE 19711) What Else: This will be a pick-up hash, as in picking up slack, so be prepared for anything! Who Hare: NecroPheelMeUp and 2 Mystery Hares!! De’rections: If you don't know where the Deer Park is, get yer head out of yer ass and put it in yer G-PiSs!! Questions which may or may not be answered, contact Necro. Or see here, in case you've never been to the Deer Park Tavern | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Mother Fucker Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Closing Time Cousin It Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy F6 Famous Jack Gives It Away Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks The Wetter the Better Triple Whore Score Vomit Comet Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1192 So, the slobbering pack gathered up at our favorite dive, ye olde Deer Park Tavern in co-ed bereft Newark, DE on an overcast, mid 60-ish degree evening of Wednesday, June 7, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Perfect Woman, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver, The Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Dead End, Magic Carpet Ride, Big Motherfucker, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Just Jules, Just Kevin, Gives It Away, Woody, Fuck 5, Closing Time, Groper, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, and . . .? So what do you do when a hare cancels at the last minute? How ‘bout a pick-up hash? Thus was the order of the day, as decreed by yours-truly (after our loverly hare-raiser Wet Lay offered to provide the apres’ food). *Aside: I don’t usually write-up a trail that I have a hand(job) in, so you can feel free to disregard 1/3 of this story, as I was merely 1/3 of the hare.* Chalk-talk was called to disorder by our RA, Wishboneher while an explanation was delivered on what to expect when you have no idea what to expect. As announced, yours-truly would be taking the first leg of trail to a Beer Near, after which the honor of “hare” would be bestowed upon whomever was lucky enough to be black-balled, i.e., draw a black marble from Lost Penis’ bag of balls (multi-colored marbles). The second hare would then lay a trail carrying a bag of booze and hopefully not drink it all for themselves, but throw down a Shot Stop in a location of their choosing. The balls would be brought out one more time for a third hare to lay a trail to a bar of their choosing on Main St., from which we would head On-In back to the Deer Park. Clear as mud for those who pretended to listen, so with a 12-minute or so head-start, hare #1 was away while the rest of the pack continued lubing-up. On-On! From sloppy, second-hand(job) sources, it seemed there was some debate as to which direction hare #1 went, though several slobs had watched said hare disappear up Rt. 273. Lost and Dirty made their own trail down 896 while most of the rest of the pack eventually found the marks on Rt. 273 (Main St.), which led into the parking lot of the Presbyterian Church, past some confused parishioners who were doing holier things on a Wednesday night and into the patch of trails and shiggy behind the church. The trails back here are nice until you try to leave them, which is no doubt the work of the devil and some poison ivy. Woody and a few others snared themselves crossing the creek and up the embankment to the parking lot near the community center, while 6-months pregnant Closing Time seemed to cum-out unscathed. A Song Stop held up the pack that managed to get there, but after several verses on the Yogi Bear song, they decided enough was enough and it was time to find the beer. Luckily, it wasn’t far as most wise-asses had figured out by now it was in hare #1’s back yard. On-On! We enjoyed the finest hash piss-in-a-can as well as keg beer provided by Cousin It while most of the slobs shuffled in, and the rest we left for dead. The all-powerful bag of balls was then passed-around as one-by-one the wankers picked marbles to find out who would be the next victim (hare). After three rounds without a winner, Groper finally drew the dreaded black ball and was given the bag of flour/chalk and a backpack containing Fireball and Watermelon Pucker. Woody, who had staggered in at the last minute, volunteered to assist her, so off they went while the rest of us spent the next 12 minutes throwing-back a few more. On-On! After time was up, we all set-out to find where our next beverages would be. Skidmarks took off on a check, ended up in the woods, then nature called, then TMI ... anyway, we didn’t see him for a while. Most of the pack strolled in the direction of the UofD towers while Perfect Woman, Weird Al, and Hare Today were actually looking for marks. Cousin It followed some paint splatters down a service road while the rest of us eventually located trail across the pedestrian bridge. After that, the SS was spotted which hare #2 had marked in the middle of a sidewalk next to some student apartments. Luckily, it being summer, no one payed us any mind as we drained the Fireball and Pucker dry. Just as a relieved-looking Skidmarks appeared over the horizon, it was time to play with balls again. Those late-cummers who had not picked last time were made to grab two balls each, but unfortunately none were the elusive black marble. This round did not take long though, for Wishboneher snatched up the black ball right after that and was named the third and final hare. Perfect Woman being in a generous mood decided to assist Ms. Boneher, so off they went to find our to-be-determined beverage stop. On-On! Some of the pack did not understand “third beverage stop,” and instead headed back to the Deer Park where we would not be going. Most were convinced to continue following trail which led us through a neighborhood were tit and dick checks were not-surprisingly thrown-down in an area where several civilians/families were trying to go about their business. Eventually, trail led us into someone’s driveway on Cleveland Ave. where a friendly neighbor popped his head out a window, pointed to the railroad tracks and said, “They went that way!” After taking the assist, we ended up at a song stop in the cemetery, which most people walked through and were eventually brought back out to Main St. and to Catherine Rooney’s where Dead End and hare #3 were waiting with many, many pitchers of beer for us thirsty slobs. We hung out here on the porch until the beer was consumed and darkness was setting in. All that was left was to follow the On-In back to the Deer Park, then to circle/apres’ back at the location of the first Beer Near. Once all arrived who were going to arrive, RA Wishboneher got circle going on the back deck and many songs and accusations were thrown hither and yon. All 5 hares drank for laying shitty legs of a shitty trail. Pube drank for showing up at the pre-lube and apres’ only since Freelance happened to be rehearsing at the house tonight. He also drank for race-wear as did Woody for having the word “competition” on his shirt. After much fucking-around, we tried to name Just Jules with a mixture of Mexican slang and other assorted expletives, but it was alas shut down tabled. To be continued. Following circle, we all enjoyed some yummy pasta, watermelon and quiche made by Wet Lay as well as some brownies made by Wetter and plenty of Cousin It’s sour beer. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1193 this Wednesday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |