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| Hash Number: | 1113 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1113 - The Anal Xmas Hash, Drunken Mess, and Gift Exchange |
| When: | Dec. 12, 2015 |
| Where: | Paper Mill Park, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Circle Jerk Cribsnatcher Do Me On the Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1113, The Anal Xmas Hash, Drunken Mess, and Gift Exchange When: Saturday, December 12, 2015 at 3pm HST Where: Paper Mill Park, at the intersection of Paper Mill Rd and Polly Drummond Hill Rd, in Corner Ketch/Newark/Pike Creekish, DE Who Hare: Do Me on the Beach, Circle Jerk, and Cribsnatcher What Else: Drunken Mess and Gift Exchange at 1117 Kelly Dr, Newark, DE 19711 What to Wear and Bring: Wear your Xmas best for the run and your worst (e.g., ugly Xmas sweater) for the apres. Most importantly, bring a hash-appropriate gift — $20 +/-, and … watch people fight over the good gifts. Dog/Kid Friendly: Dog and tough-kid friendly trail with Turkey/Eagle split likely. D'erections: From the center of the universe - intersection of Kirkwood Hwy (DE Rt2) and Limestone Rd (DE Rt7), proceed west (really more like NW) on Limestone Rd (away from Stanton) for 3.2 miles. Turn left onto Paper Mill Rd (DE Rt 72) drive (or walk or bike, I don’t care) for 1.5 miles. Turn left onto Polly Drummond Hill Rd. Take first right into the park. Look for miscreants milling about, park and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Chasez Boyz Circle Jerk Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Dick Fingers Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Fast Eddie Gizz Specialist Groper I am 17 Cumming on 18 Itchy and Scratchy Kum On Inn Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Senior Sex Toy Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket Stun Gun The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tits of Steel Trail Order Bride Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1113 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the lot of Paper Mill park on the unseasonably warm afternoon of December the 12th, 2015 AD for the analual Christmas Hash. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Dirty Wet Pussy, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Stungun, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Wishboneher, Tits of Steel, The International House of Virgins, Blow My Sweet Toots, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Dick Fingers, Devil Woman, Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Cousin It w/ Famous Jack, Pickle Dick, Dancing Fool, Itchy and Scratchy, Mary Fucking Poppins, Chasez Boyz, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Butt Lite, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Pickle Dick, Groper, Woody, Dead End, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Magic Carpet Ride, Slut Master, Senior Sex Toy, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Gizz Specialist, Night Deposit, Spit Bucket and many, many others. Our Hares for the day were Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, with help from Crib Snatcher with Mikey, and with food support from their partner in crime Do Me on The Beach. Thus after enjoying a brew or two on this spring like afternoon our hares gave us the chalk talk and then we were off. On! On! We ran across Paper Mill Rd and into the field, where we encountered a check and it took us a few to find where it was going. On! On! We ran through much of White Clay state Park encountering hills, a bit of shiggy, a little mud, etc. PubeHeAteHer and Woody, among others ended up catching the end of trail by accident, and ran back to the cars before the beer stop. However those of us who made it there were treated to Pickled Herring and Aquavidt, courtesy of Cribsnatcher, in honor of our dearly departed Himalaya, who made that a tradition at the Christmas hash. And we also had the mini-keg of Heineken, also a staple at any Circle Jerk hash. We enjoyed our drinks and our fish for a while, and Woody and Pube were able to catch up with us, just before we started to take off, though in the case of Pube, he had to auto hash back to the park, and run the trail about 1-1/2 backwards before figuring out where we were. On! On! At the beer stop there was a Turkey/Eagle split, and the Turkeys waddled their way and the Eagles stumbled their way. On! On! We crossed a narrow creek, and went up a hill, and another, before ending up on the David English trail, or one of those other mountain biking trails and encountered some mountain bikers on the way. We encountered many checks, though it didn’t long to solve them at this point ... for most of us anyway ... Pube stopped to grab his car, so technically auto hashed, and so did Crib, granting several more hashers opportunities to auto hash as well On! On! The marks took us back to the field near where we ran around at the beginning, and after hopping a fence, we crossed back over Papermill Rd to point A. With Cock A’ Doodle Don’t I think being first in of the not auto hashing people who actually followed the whole thing. Anyway, after everybody, except the people we forgot about, made it back, we headed back to the abode of Circle Jerk and Do Me on the Beach for circle and Apres where we were joined by the rest of the auto-hashers, which would consist of about one third of the people mentioned up top. Our RA Skidmarks or our other RA Wishboneher, or both of them, proceeded to run circle or fail to run circle, and that part I don’t quite remember, I had a lot to drink. As Cousin It’s fine homemade brew was made available to all, along with some brownies and cookies that were made up of more than sugar, eggs and flour. Penalties and awards were dished out, songs were sung. I learned a new verse of the El Camino song, and forgot it soon after. About 2 or 3 hashers were awarded with various household items for wearing a sweater on a day when it was 70 degrees. And the RA’s lost control ... The RA’s lost control ... The RA’s lost control, and that's about all I can remember about that. After circle closed, we headed upstairs and enjoyed a fine spread that included sushi rolls, which went very fast, salad, chicken chow mien, shrimp in orange sauce with vegetables, 12 different types of cakes and cookies, and a whole lot of beer, along with wine and various other spirits. And then beganst the analual gift exchange. And Cribsnatcher played Santa Clause again, and Smells Like Hash spirit filled in as score keeper. Many gifts were open, then stolen, then forgotten about and left behind and stolen again. In the middle of this someone gave the room the gift of a most foul smelling Christmas fart which made the effort to reach the nostrils of everyone there until Cribsnatcher opened up a door to give us some air. Other after trail shenanigans included; Christmas caroling, a shuffleboard game with slide tackling, a sausage fest during naked hot tube hour, and Cock A’ Doodle Don’t walking around with his nuts in a sack, I ... mean popping out of a sack, and nothing else. All and All it was another shitty trail, and Merry Fucking Christmas to all and to all and Good Ole’ Fucking Night! Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1114 this Saturday, On! On! MFP | |