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| Hash Number: | 1110 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1110 - Lost Boy’s 18.5 x 2 Birthday Came and Went Hash |
| When: | Nov. 21, 2015 |
| Where: | 407 Marsh Road, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Butthead Lost Boy | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1110, ‘Lost Boy’s 18.5 x 2 Birthday Came and Went Hash,’ When: Saturday, November 21, 2015 at 3pm HST, a relatively prompt start Hash Standard Time* - as we want to get back before it gets too dark Where: Parking lot shared by Marsh Road Diner (407 Marsh Rd, Wilmington, DE 19809) and Murph’s Irish Pub (401 Philadelphia Pike, Wilmington, DE 19809) - in the back, right off of Marsh Road Who Hare: Lost Boy, BH/BL, and a Butt Headed - Bad Laid Mystery co- hare What Else: Remember boys & girls always bring a Dry Bag!! Dog/Kid Friendly: Trail Dog Friendly; Yes- Just be careful crossing the busy streets!! Trail Kid Friendly; Yes – Just be careful crossing the busy streets!! Après Dog and/or Kid Friendly; Unfortunately NO!! D'erections: From Newark, take I-95 North to Marsh Road Exit 9. Turn Left onto Carr Road and then immediately turn right onto Marsh Road for about 1/2 mile. Keep going through light at Washington Street and then parking lot will be on your left behind Marsh Road Diner. If you end up at Philadelphia Pike you’ve gone too far. Park and Hash.From Phila Area, take I-95 South To Marsh Road Exit 9. Turn Left onto Marsh Road for about 1 mile through two lights then turn left into parking lot behind Marsh Road Diner. If you end up at Philadelphia Pike you’ve gone too far. Park and Hash. An address to put into GPS in case you get lost is: 407 Marsh Road, Wilmington, DE 19809.If you get Lost, or for a good time, call Lost Boy or Butt-Head . Be there or be square. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Butthead Circle Jerk Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Does It All Famous Jack Groper Hanna Job I am 17 Cumming on 18 Lost Boy Magic Carpet Ride Miss Pissylvania NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Toxic Shock Wet Lay With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1110 So, the slobbering pack met in the parking lot of Murph’s Irish Pub and the aptly-named Marsh Diner on Marsh Road and Route 13 in Wilmington, DE on a seasonally brisk, 50-ish degree afternoon of November 21, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Asshopper, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Just Justin, With Horns On His Tits, Blow My Sweet Toots, Dead End, Lost Boy, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Woody, Hanna Job, Just Mason, Butthead, Miss Piss, Just Brian, Sandy Penis Beach, Rugburn, Does It All, Groper, Just Jeff, Just Matt, Devil Woman, Toxic Shock, Rack Attack, Do Me On The Beach, Circle Jerk, Bumpy Beaver, Magic Carpet Ride and ...? Our hares for the day were Lost Boy who had recently celebrated his 29th birthday for the 8th time and a bad-lay “mystery hare” who looked a lot like Butthead. The pack milled-about for a while wondering what exactly to do with their hands for there was no beer in the immediate vicinity. There was also no RA in the immediate vicinity, so after a while the hares stepped forward, figuring they would need to take matters into their own beer-less hands and start the shit show before a mutiny ensued. Lost Boy threw some marks on the ground and attempted to explain to our virgins, Just Matt (made to cum by Blow My Sweet Toots) and Just Jeff (made to cum by Hanna Job) that they should look for some combination of flour, chalk scribbles, flares, smoke signals, air-raid sirens, yada-yada-yada to alert them of where to go … or just follow the experienced hashers with zero sense of direction, let alone any sense of reality. After we were assured that the “beer near” would actually be stocked with beer, we were instructed to follow the true-trail arrow out of the parking lot just as Cousin It showed up, driving across the grass again, with the much anticipated beer. Smell ya later, wankers ... On-On! Trail led us across a field and into the surrounding neighborhood where we quickly found marks leading to Mount Pleasant High School. PubeHeAteHer decided to explore all corners of the athletic field seemingly following some pattern of marks, while Woody managed to cut off all of this foolishness by picking up a trail leading around the field, back out to Marsh Road and eventually into some random trail up an embankment which led us into Bellevue State Park. Meanwhile, Pube managed to hop a chainlink fence to join the rest of the slobs who were busy being thwarted by various checks, twists and turns as we dashed past several confused locals simply trying to enjoy a peaceful walk in the park. Meet the Hashers, bitches! On-On! After plodding through some wet muck that Woody of course managed to avoid, we shielded our eyes from the glaring sun trying to identify white flour through the blinding white light and charged out of the park into another neighborhood. Trail took us for several blocks to a check, which the FRB’s followed down into a ravine that led to nowhere and eventually righted themselves enough to actually turn right and follow marks into an apartment complex parking lot. Fortunately, Family Jewels and two wee-little future hashers were waiting at the much-anticipated “beer near” to provide us at last with our life-sustaining nourishment. While we enjoyed our beverages, the sun began to dip along with the temperature so we drank more cold beer to get warm and eventually figured we should probably get moving again. With Horns On His Tits was probably the only not-so-cold one, since he was again sporting the now-famous horny sweat stain in the middle of his shirt. One could not draw it better if they tried. On-On! Trail wound us through some neighborhoods with many checks and a barely-discernible purple arrow that came out of nowhere pointing us up a hill. Some hare, aka Mr. Head (we assumed) apparently was already drunk on trail when he marked it because it seemed to zig and zag from one side of the street to another at random. Fortunately, no one was run over as we looked for marks, however Rugburn, true to form managed to take a dive on the pavement because she can’t seem to let herself heal for too, too long. Sandy Penis Beach better bring some knee pads and a helmet next time, as these incidents have been known to run in pairs. At last, marks led us to the intersection of Marsh Road and Route 13, however they seemed to vanish past the intersection and no “On In” was identifiable, though not all of the slobs were able to actually identify that we were back to our starting point. Perhaps our special combination of hares simply “Lost-” their “-Head” and figured we’d figure it out ... eventually. So, eventually we did and back to the parking lot we strolled. Since no RA was to be found and Bunion Butt pretended not to hear anyone’s cries for help, Devil Woman stepped forward to take on the task of herding the cats together to commence some version of a circle. Accusations were hurled and songs were sung. Pube and Wet Lay decided that they were most likely first and last in since no one else wanted to claim the honors. The virgins were asked to show body parts, however opted to drink instead while they were sung a proper virgin song. Rugburn drank for hash crash/blood on trail while picking the gravel out of her knee. About half the group drank for interruptus while Rack Attack drank for eventually showing up in time to auto-hash. Lost Boy drank for getting old and of course the hares drank for their bad-lay of a shitty trail. At last the hash got a piece. Following circle, the pack walked 10 paces or so to Murph’s Irish Pub for a lovely buffet of roast beef sandwiches, pasta salad, wings, crackers-meats-cheeses and of course, more beer, more beer, more beer. The pack also managed to commandeer a few pool tables and the juke box for as long as the beer was flowing. All in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1111 this Saturday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |