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| Hash Number: | 1193 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1193 |
| When: | June 14, 2017 |
| Where: | 1220 Old Lancaster Pike, Hockessin, DE |
| Hares: | Pickle Dick Tinsel Tits | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1193 When: Wednesday, June 14, 2017, at 6:30 HDT Where: Rear of parking lot at Hockessin Corner shopping center, off Old Lancaster pike (Casual Marketplace,and Back Burner restaurant located there). Why and What Else: Because It's flag day and nobody ever celebrates that anymore. So sport your favorite flag if you have one. Even that rainbow flag you keep in the attic to remind you of who you are is welcome. Dry bag always a good idea. Probably will be some PI, could be angry flag protesters or the usual snotty looks from the Hockessin residents. Who Hare: Pickle Dick and Tinsel Tits Friendlies: Trail anyone or anything. Apre' only friendly for age 21 and over hashers. D’erections: From Rt 2 (Kirkwood Highway) take Rt 41 north into Hockessin. Turn left onto Yorklyn Rd (at Hockessin Memorial Hall and before the WaWa). At the stop sign turn left onto Old Lancaster Pike. After the RR TRACKS make a right into the entrance to Hockessin Corner about 100 feet after the tracks. For GPS users, 1220 Old Lancaster Pike, Hockessin, Delaware should get you there. Call Pickle if totally lost | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Spunk Monkey Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Triple Whore Score Up Piss Creek Vomit Comet Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1193 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in our actual namesake, Hockessin for once at the Hockessin Corner shopping center on a warm, mid 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, June 14, 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, Asshopper, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Just Jules, Just Kevin, Dancing Fool, Just Joe, Do Me On the Beach, Tits of Steel, Spunk Monkey, Butt Lite, Just Alex, Just Laura, Woody, Groper, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, and . . .? Our hares for today were Pickle Dick and Tinsel Tits who decided to recognize the oft-overlooked holiday of Flag Day by making this their theme and encouraging others to bring flags. Woody brought a big flag with a cardinal on it that may or may not have been obtained from a random house on the drive in. Skids and Lost draped their car with some nautical flags which spelled out something about needing help and beer or help in the form of beer. Wet Lay and Butt Lite decided to wear their flags by sporting some patriotic shirts while the rest of us flagless slobs were provided with our very own American flags by Pickle. We sipped our suds and waved our flags for a while until RA, Wishboneher called us together for chalk talk so the hares could explain the marks they actually remembered laying. The two virgins that Bumpy had made to cum, Just Alex and Just Laura were brought forth to be utterly confused by any attempted explanation of how they should find their way around on trail. The nautical flags may have been more help at this point, since Pickle forgot to identify the Beer Near as well as a Turkey/Eagle split which we would soon discover. He did manage to identify that there would be a Song Stop, some Checks, some Falses that may or may not be marked and a Check Back, which may or may not have been there. Before it was too late for the virgins to reconsider, we were following the true blue arrow to the back of the parking lot. On-On! Trail led us across some grass and down into a shiggy ditch while Woody and those hashing smarter realized it was much easier to stay on the grass, go around and laugh at the rest of us idiots. We got to a road and a check where Skids and Pube ran one way and the rest of us ended up in some industrial yard with a big dirt pile that had no marks. Pickle started identifying his own marks and calling “on-on” since most of the pack was too lazy to look for actual trail. We checked left down a railroad track and into a park, again following the hare who was still calling “on-on” on his own trail and reached a Song Stop right next to a little league game. Since no one could think of a clean song, Bumpy suggested the National Anthem, but couldn’t remember how it started. We managed to get through it without interrupting the game too much and continued on until we reached the Turkey/Eagle split which the hares had forgotten about. On-On! The Eagles ran through a crowd of bored-looking parents at another little league game who could’ve probably used a beer or two while the Turkeys cut all that shit out by taking a paved path out into a neighborhood. We were not parted for long and came together upon a Beer Near where no beer could be found, despite several wankers putting at least two hands in every bush around to try to discover it. So, we simply waited for the hares to spoon-feed us the way again and they pointed out that we had to continue following marks up the road a bit until we found the cooler in some shiggy across the street. Somewhere along the way, we were joined by a local, Josephina who had been out for a run in her neighborhood and decided we looked like an interesting group to hang out with. We did advise her that she may get lost, maimed or hit-on along the way, but nevertheless she persisted and continued on trail with us for a while. On-On! Next we headed up a road and spotted marks in some shiggy running parallel to us. At this point we tried to decipher how long we could stay on the road before we actually had to dive into the shiggy, but we soon identified marks in the distance that told us we had to cut through it and cross a little creek at some point. We were then led into another park with a playground where Woody was swinging on a swing that looked like a Lazy-Boy recliner with a safety harness. This was also the site of a song stop where Pube led us through the many verses of the “Yo-Ho” song until everyone got there and a few left, including Perfect Woman and Weird Al who scoped-out the entire neighborhood for marks while we watched and waited. Our visitor decided to bow-out at this point, so we bid her happy trails till we meet again ... or not. On-On! After winding our way through a neighborhood that had maybe one mark or two, we found the last beer stop in a drainage ditch behind some houses, so we happily imbibed once again. There may or may not have been an On-In written somewhere, but we had only to cross through some parking lots, make our way through the booming metropolis of downtown, past Bumpy Beaver’s place of employment and back to the cars where plenty more beer awaited. RA Wishboneher got circle going in the parking lot and many songs and accusations were thrown around. Since Pickle was busy being responsible out at the Beer Near picking up the cooler, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow served as stunt-liver and joined Tinsel Tits to be ridiculed for not having enough beer stops or random strangers on trail. Perfect Woman drank for FRB, though he denied being. Tits drank for hash-crashing while Hare Today drank for simply looking like he hash-crashed due to having a muddy ass. Spunk called Bumpy out for not knowing the lyrics to the National Anthem, but we did not make her sing it again. She was also made to demonstrate how to do a down-down for the two virgins, which they had pretty much figured-out by that point. Everyone who had flags of some kind drank and eventually Pickle returned, so we could make him drink with his co-hare and all Hares for that matter. And thanks to Woody doing his usual shouting/running around the circle, the hash finally got a piece. Following circle, we all gathered up at Famous Tom’s, just a hop, skip and a jump (or drive) away for many, many pizzas and more, more beer. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1194 this Wednesday.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |