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| Hash Number: | 1084 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1084 |
| When: | May 27, 2015 |
| Where: | 108 Cherry St, Pennsville, NJ |
| Hares: | Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1084 When: Wednesday, May 27, 2015, at 6:30pm HST Where: 108 Cherry St, Pennsville, NJ Who: Rugburn and Sandy Penis Beach Dog/Kid Friendly: Yes, though, if it rains, they'll get wet. D'erections: Get yourself to Zoo Jersey. For most, it will mean crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge (I-295), and then taking the first exit onto Rt. 49 East. Go about 1.5 miles, and turn right onto Brandriff Ave (before the Wawa) and another right onto Cherry St. 108 is 2nd house on right. Park, mismanagement ask future hares to provide hash info to the Webmaster (Devil Woman) and Email Dicktator (Hornblower) so hashers not on Facebook know where to hash, and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Closing Time Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It F6 Famous Jack Free to Lay Kum On Inn Lost Boy Lost Penis Narcigism NecroPheelMeUp Penis Colada Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Skidmarks The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Thirty Sex Hours Tinsel Tits Trail Order Bride Wet Lay Wickwacker Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1084 So, the slobbering pack met at the home of Rug Burn and Sandy Penis Beach across the mighty Delaware River in lovely Pennsville, NJ on a sticky, humid mid 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, May 27, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Tinsel Tits, Pickle Dick, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Necropheelmeup, Pubeheateher, Perfect Woman, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Cockadoodledont, Narcijism, Wishboneher, Wickwacker, Lost Boy, Peniscolada, Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Just Beth, Rack Attack, Free-To-Lay, Thirty-Sex-Hours, International House of Virgins, Rug Burn, and . . .? Our Hares and ambassadors of New Jersey for the evening were Rug Burn and Sandy Penis Beach. After hanging out in their make-out room basement for fear of thunderstorms that never actually transpired, we all decided that maybe we should mosey outside and begin trail. Wishboneher commenced chalk-talk and introduced our virgin, Just Beth who was made to cum by Fuck-5 (who wouldn’t cum after being fucked 5 times?). Rug Burn explained that we should be looking for flour on telephone poles as well as colored chalk, as they had tried to be creative with the marks in anticipation of any potential flash deluges ... which were not to be. After blessing the Hares with beer and incantations, Rug Burn indicated that the arrow she had drawn pointing at a window in her house was indeed true trail. We decided that the driveway was probably a safer bet, so down Cherry Street we went to disrupt the neighborhood. On-On!Skidmarks was quick to discover the first marks on Cherry Street, which took us up to Broadway, the main drag in the metropolis of Pennsville. Here we encountered our first check, which caused some confusion and general laziness from the pack who were not so quick to find marks or look for them at all. Finally, Pickle Dick discovered a pink arrow that most of us had blown by, so onward we went. On-On!Trail proceeded to wind us through many similar looking neighborhoods, past a person casually running who was wondering why he kept being chased by this unsightly mob, past the high school and eventually to an intersection with a check where Sandy Penis Beach was just casually standing there near his car for no apparent reason except to chat it up with some of us who were looking for a “beer near” that didn’t happen to be there. Finally, after it finally sunk in that there was no beer in the immediate vicinity, we decided to continue to follow some marks in hopes that they would lead us to some much-needed hydration. On-On!At last, trail led us to a “beer near” close to Scooter’s Bar. Pube opened the door, but hesitated after a large, burly bald dude came out and asked him why the hell he had been running. Thankfully, Sandy Penis Beach arrived in time to assure us that no one would be raped or held hostage and that we should indeed go inside and soak up some air-conditioning. Pitchers of Coors Light and PBR replenished all of the sweat loss we had experienced. Skidmarks and IHOV arrived from some other direction and it was discovered that IHOV had somehow fallen into a patch of poison ivy, though there had been no shiggy anywhere at all on the actual trail. We lingered in the coolness for a long as possible until someone suggested that maybe we try to find trail back before the sun set, so off into the hazy soup we ventured. On-On!Trail led us back through a lovely park along the water and eventually back to the neighborhood from whence we started. Some racist behavior ensued here involving Pube, Cockadoodledont, IHOV, and Skidmarks, who insisted he was only sprinting. For some reason, most of the pack followed the racing idiots, namely Pube and IHOV, and totally missed the marks heading right back to Cherry Street, which resulted in Cockadoodledont arriving first. Eventually, the rest of the sweaty slobs dragged themselves to the Hares’ backyard for circle to commence. Penalties and awards were dished out and songs were sung. The Hares drank twice just because we wanted to sing another song about shitty trail. The virgin, Just Beth emerged unharmed and was properly initiated. Those who had previously refused to pay a $4 toll to hash over the bridge drank for being virgin New Jersey hashers. Of course, then the proud native dirty-jerseyans had to drink for somehow surviving life up till now in the Garden State. The masochists who had camped and hashed over the holiday weekend drank for over-consumption (hashing up to 3 times in 5 days). Cockadoodledont drank for FRB and for his apparent nearsightedness which resulted in him identifying a total of two marks on trail. He was also challenged to name 5 hashers (after claiming he doesn’t know who the hell anyone is), which he managed to do after much pondering and a blue test-tube shot of anti-freeze-type-alcohol. Kum On Inn loves to drink for that orange race shirt, which we are unsure if she launders. Finally, Rug Burn drank for showing up all fancy and perspiration-free at the end of trail. Following circle, we all feasted upon a wonderful spread of grilled ribs, chicken, corn-on-the-cob and some to-die-for-bacon-wrapped-jalapenos prepared by our gracious Hares. Wetter the Better managed to don her bathing suit under a towel while standing in circle (most impressive), however was denied a dip in the pool due to some chemical-imbalance issues in the water. But, we all continued to fuel our chemical imbalances with much imbibing into the warm, sticky evening. All-in-all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1085 this Wednesday. On! On!Necropheelmeup | |