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| Hash Number: | 1195 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1195 |
| When: | June 28, 2017 |
| Where: | Kennett Square Parking Garage, Kennett Square, PA |
| Hares: | The International House of Virgins Tits of Steel | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1195 When: Wednesday, June 28, 2017, at 6:30 HDT Where: Kennett Square Parking Garage, top floor, (should be ok/free after 5pm) E. Maple Street at E. Linden Street in Kennett Square Who Hare: Tits of Steel (+ possibly a mystery guest or two ... not sure yet) Why and What Else: Summer Fun! Also there's a band playing in the park. Also bring bug spray. Never hurts to have a dry bag in case of rain or mud. Friendlies: Yes. D’erections: Many ways to get Kennett Square. Parking garage website as address, directions, etc. The garage is free after 5pm. Try to park on the top floor! | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Two Buck Fuck Up Piss Creek Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1195 So, the slobbering pack gathered atop the Kennett Square public parking garage on the fine not to warm evening of June the 28th, 2017 AD. And borough of eternal stench didn’t smell like shit for some reason. I guess once in a while that happens. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Dead End, Bumpy Beaver, Pickle Dick, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Dirty Wet Pussy, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Woody, Two Buck Fuck, Devil Woman, Magic Carpet Ride, Groper, ButtLite, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Mary Fucking Poppins, Spunk Monkey, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Cousin It, Just Joe, Just Alex, Just Laura, Just Rich, and many, many others. Our hare of the day was Tits of Steel, with manning the beverage stops from her partner in crime, The International House of Virgins. And we hung out for a few, sipping our brews waiting for our often tardy summer RA, Wishboneher to arrive. Soon enough we circled up in the corner and our hare explained that there was to be two “beverage stops”, which usually means sans the beer and instead there will be something else tasty. There were also to be several witchy ways and song checks along with a dick check/ arrow. And soon enough we were off. On! On!We went down the stairs and out of the parking garage. True trail was found going through town for a while and we came to the first song stop, where we did an abbreviated version of the Yogy Bear, which the newer hashers found pretty funny because they hadn’t heard it before. On! On!We went up and down a few hills, and surprisingly didn’t go near the railroad tracks that run through the center of that down. The FRB’s got a bit confused by a check, allowing the DFL’s to catch up a bit, until true trail was found going through a church parking lot. There was also a song stop there, but the two or three hashers in the front, like Skidmarks and Pube, I guess didn’t see it or ignored. A few of us had enough patience to stay behind for a few minutes, which gave the often lost Smells Like Hash Spirit a chance to spot us. And so she pulled into the church parking lot in her ride and with a virgin, Just Rich, and thus got the opportunity to not auto hash for the rest of the trail. On! On!Trail went through the church graveyard and dance on a few graves I thought I saw Woody doing. We came to a witchy way, with the easier way going through another graveyard. Past a baseball field where a little league game was being played, and into the woods we went, down a path and around a curve until we started to hear music being played. As trail came out to the Kennett Square public pavilion park where there was a free concert going on. And where we found the International House of Virgins seated with several large containers of some fruity spike drink for us, along with a few bags of chips. And so we got to chill for a while, watching a band, sipping on some cold drinks, and surprisingly not getting bit by mosquitos. Several members of the herbal life committee took the opportunity to have an abbreviated meeting, and our hare, who went no-where, let a few people know where the Turkey trail was going to be. Soon, but not too soon, in fact not soon at all we were off. On! On!Trail went through the woods for a while and out to a creek. Groper thinking she knew where trail was going tried to do a short cut or two, but ended up doing a long cut. Out onto the asphalt we went, until we found true trail going through a creek. A creek which all but Skidsmarks and Pube attempted to cut around with various levels of success. So through the creek, most of us went for a least a few yards. Just Joe had the grace to attempted to be courteous by pissing down stream from as many people as possible, and Just Laura got real squeamish after somebody told her their might be snapping turtles swimming around her feet. On! On!Eventually we made landfall by a bridge and followed trail to the next drink stop, which was .... the other side of the public pavilion park, with same band still playing. And so we enjoyed another beverage for a few more minutes, and wondered why it was so many of our number were no longer around. As some of them, forwent the creek and the drink stop to go back to point A. Our hare told us to follow trail backwards until we got to the bridge and so we went. On! On!We find a big arrow on the bridge and go out of the park. Up a winding road we went and back into town where we found the On! In! mark about where we could see the parking garage standing out. Back up the stairs we went, where we caught up with the short cutters on another hash where its real debatable trying to decide who was first in and last. Poured some down-down beers we did. And we set them up in the back of Cousin It’s Suburu. After the hares, who were out fetching our grub, got back to the top of the garage, Wishboneher circled us up. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. The hare drank a time or two. Pube drank for first in, and I forget who drank for last. The interruptus drank, as did our virgin, Just Rich, who got quite the crash course on what hashing is about. And all this while Spunk Monkey kept walking around offering chips and crackers to everybody. Just Joe was finally brought in for a naming, and after much debate he was christened “Up PIss Creek” do to his display of genteel vulgarism in the creek earlier that evening. After announcements were made and circle was closed, we enjoyed a fine spread atop that same parking garage where we then apreyed. We were treated to tomato pie, three different types of bean salad, some regular salad, some tasty baked, breaded chicken, and several other things. With this to go along with our tasty beer. All and all it was a pretty well marked trail as Wednesday’s go, but it was still shitty. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1196 this Wednesday.On! On! MFP | |