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| Hash Number: | 1277 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1277 |
| When: | Jan. 12, 2019 |
| Where: | 2000 Ogletown Rd, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1277 When: Saturday, January 12, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: Bunion Butt & Wet Lay Who Hare: Lowes Home Improvement, 2000 Ogletown Rd, Newark DE, 19711 What Else: Is this not enough; whadda ya want for seven bucks? Friendlies: Dogs & Kids A-Ok on trail. Must have passable I.D. for Apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, exit onto westbound RT 273 toward Newark. Approx 2.25 miles after exiting I-95, Lowes will be on your right. Turn into parking lot, find Hashers, park, pre-lube moderately, listen attentively to chalk talk and then Hash. Questions, confused or lost? Consult a Life Coach. Other more appropriate hash related inquiries - contact Wet Lay or Bunion Butt . | Hashers |
| Anal Drip Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Cousin It Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Foofer Duper Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me Perfect Woman Seen Your Panties Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1277 So the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot of Lowes Home Improvement on Ogletown Rd, which once long ago was the site of the Westvaco packaging facility in Newark, De on the fine not yet snowy afternoon of January the 12th, 2019. Hashers Present at some point: Devil Woman, Do Me On the Beach, Mary Fucking Poppins, Woody, Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al, Magic Carpet Ride, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, With Horns on his Tits, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cousin It, Groper, Mount Me, Wishboneher, Seen Your Panties, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Anal Drip, Floofer Dufer, Perfect Woman, Toxic Shock and many, many others. Our Hares of the day were the duo of Wet Lay and Bunion Butt, our hare raiser who seemed to have gotten that schedule filled out faster and fuller than I have ever seen before. So we hung out in the far corner of that lot for a while. Enjoying a few brews, and a few brews were dropped accidentally, I think. A few minutes after our RA for the day Woody, arrived in his vintage 1980 something Saab, he circled us up, and the chalk talk commenced. Bunion Butt did most of the talking, as Wet lay had done most of the cooking. He explained to us that there would be mostly standard marks, along with green ribbon for us to follow. Also there would be a Jolly J check or two, and a beer near. Bunion Butt laid the arrow down in the general direction we were supposedly supposed to go in and off we went. On! On! We went on the other side of the fence and onto a path between drainage streams as that is where the arrow appeared to be pointing. We found no marks or ribbons and when we turned around to look, there was Bunion motioning for us to come back and go to his left. On! On! A few green ribbons and a dollop of flour or two went around the parking lot a bit. Then up through the shiggy and into a most unkempt parking lot of the long shuttered Avon Facility next door. Trail went to a field of sorts for a bit, then into the muddy muddy woods, where Floofer Dufer got her nice pretty shoes stained a bit and where FRB Woody came across the first Jolly J, and had to run back. Trail cut off into the woods and shiggy, and down a steep, steep hill. On! On! We followed one of the segments of the White Clay Creek system for a bit and after spooking some deer came across a gentleman with a metal detector looking to strike it rich. A few of us stopped to have a brief chat. On! On! Trail followed the creek, then went up to the shoulder of Ogletown Rd, and across the creek, though crossing the creek was much shorter, it was also much slipperier. Trail went back down off the road and around a drainage pond, which seemed to many of the walkers to be way too dangerous to walk towards, down and around. Though it seemed much less dangerous then continuing on the shoulder of RT. 273 then later climbing down by a fence and some Amtrack tracks, which is what they had to do to join us at the beer stop later. On! On! Trail went through some more woods and some more shiggy. Lots and lots of nasty, nasty shiggy. Then entered some corner of the Red Mill office park, I think, where we found the beer near mark. Along with a cooler of beer and a trash bag. Skidmarks, who arrived at the stop first, had a nice stream of blood going down his leg, I noticed. And so we enjoyed our brews for a while, while waiting for those walkers who wished to go around the obstacles to join us. A porta restroom was also conveniently near by. So after we enjoyed our brews, back on trail we went. On! On! Trail went behind a building then appeared to go over to the CSX tracks. Us FRB’s lost the marks then discovered them going left from the tracks, and into a ravine, then back onto the tracks. Yours truly and Skidmarks found ourselves in the front, though Skidmarks was a few feet closer to the second Jolly J. And winded as he was, he decided to sit there until the DFL arrived. On! On! Trail continued down the tracks. Until the On! In! mark was found behind Lowes Home Improvement. Yours Truly finished first, while the birthday boy of the day, With Horns on His Tits, got there last. A few people had time to get some shopping done, while waiting for all of those to cum in. Here we were joined by the auto-hashing Mount Me, who just bought a new car. After standing around in the wind for a while, after the down down beers were poured, we decided we didn’t feel like waiting for our other RA, Wishboneher to arrive, so Woody opened the circle. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-Downs were done. The hares drank once or twice. As did first in and last. As did the interruptus and our one auto hasher. Those who got blood on trail also drank. And then were more than a few of those. With Horns on His Tits drank did a birthday down-down, though he is a tad larger than most of us felt we could handle. And do instead of us lifting him up, he did his side-side on the tailgate of Skidmarks truck. Many other people drank for many other things. Before announcements were made and circle was closed. Woody being the one running circle, had to ask someone else to pretend to be Woody, this time Perfect Woman. Who said “May the Hash Go in Peace.” After circle we adjourned to Famous Bucks Tavern on Kirkwood Highway, where we were joined by the late cumming, auto hashing Wishboneher. And where we enjoyed some fine, fine chili and vegetable soup. Along with bread, lady fingers and some fine Guinness cake made by Wet Lay. This we enjoyed with a few buckets of beer. And Weird Al or somebody sprang for some shots later. And some fine story telling was had, along with some pinball machine playing. And while the rain stayed away for the day, the snow began to fall. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1278, this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |