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| Hash Number: | 1090 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1090- The Bimbo Hash |
| When: | July 8, 2015 |
| Where: | 1705 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Lost Penis Tits of Steel Wishboneher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 1090, The Bimbo Hash When: Wednesday July 8, 2015, 6:30 PM HST Where: Famous Tim's - 1705 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE 19806 (https://goo.gl/maps/lRxa9) Who: Lost Penis, Wishboneher, and Tits of Steel will be your bimbos this week. D'erections: Get yourself near Famous Tim's Tavern of Wilmington. Find parking somewhere in the area. Look for hashers, the start will be around there somewhere. It's the Bimbo hash please don't ask us to think. Dog Friendly: Apres is not dog friendly. Leash recommended on trail. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Erection Expert Gaydar The Penetrator Gives It Away Kum On Inn Lick Stick Lost Boy Lost Penis Narcigism NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Nocturnal Emissions Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Pissticide PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Thirty Sex Hours Tick Twat Hoe Tits of Steel Trail Order Bride Turd Blossom Two Buck Fuck Wingnuts Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Trash of Hockessin Hash #1090 So, the slobbering pack met in the alley between Wishboneher’s house and Gallucio’s off N Scott Street in Wilmington, DE on a muggy, sloppy 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, July 8, 2015 AD.Hashers I remember being present included: Tick Twat Ho, Lost Boy, Dead End, 2 Buck Fuck, Turd Blossom, Gaydar The Penetrator, Dirty Wet Pussy, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Wingnuts, Gives it Away, Wishboneher, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Pissticide, Lick Stick, Spitbucket, Wetter The Better, Asshopper, Narcijizm, Nocturnal Mission, Night Deposit, Devil Woman, Dancing Fool, Yeast Infection, Cockadoodledont, Do Me On The Beach, Pickle Dick, Perfect Woman, International House of Virgins, Tits of Steel, Cousin It, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Kristen, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Cribsnatcher, Erection Expert, Thirty-Sex Hours, Woody and ...? Hashers aplenty came out of the woodwork for tonight’s Bimbo Hash, hared by the pink tutu clad trio of Wishboneher, Lost Penis and Tits of Steel. After the pack had loitered around for about 20 minutes, it was at last announced by Wishboneher that the trail would be live-hared, therefore we must wait an additional 12 minutes (not 10 ... not 15) for the lovely ladies to get head started...er, get a head start. Skidmarks, our RA for the evening was thoughtful enough to explain the marks that Wishboneher threw down to our virgin, Just Kristen who was made to cum by Smells Like Hash Sprit. All booed when the virgin said she was here to run, then cheered when she realized her error and said she was here to drink. These marks included two Beer Near’s and one Shot Near which caused much rejoicing from the pack. There was also to be a Song Check in which we were all to wait until everyone arrived before commencing (a rule which would be followed maybe once) and a Check Back with an unknown number (which would eventually cause much murmuring, confusion and colorful language). Skidmarks then led us in a rousing rendition of “Father Abraham,” which killed approximately 3 minutes. Not knowing what else to do during the remaining 9 minutes, the pack simply drank more beers, shoved in some more cheesy poofs and threw some jello-shots at each other as time slowly ticked by. Finally, at approximately 11 minutes and some odd seconds, the natives became too restless to linger any longer and we were off toward Brandywine Park. On-On! Marks were quickly discovered leading down Scott Street and right away we came upon our first check (there would soon be too many to count). On-on was called straight, so most of the pack sheepishly followed, however were soon foiled by our crafty hares who had left us a nice, fat Check Back 14. This was somehow too great a number for the pack to count, as most wandered back to the check and dicked around for another 5-10 minutes wondering why none of the other marks led to anything. Finally, Kum On Inn, Necro and Night Deposit formed one composite brain of a somewhat normal human and decided to go back and count up to 14, checking one another’s math along the way. It was then determined by sheer luck or some sort of cosmic sign that marks led into the woods which brought us to our first shot stop. The eager, greedy and pathologically unlucky unhappily discovered that the bimbos had placed the cooler of shots on top of a hornets’ nest, which the hornets did not take too kindly to. Trail Order Bride, IHOV and 2-Buck appeared to take the brunt of the hornets’ wrath, while others were taken down in the crossfire of the swarm. Somehow learning did occur here and the rest of the pack decided to skip the shots altogether and continue on through the woodsy trail. On-On! Eventually the pack staggered out of the woods and down along the river where the first of goddamn many song checks was discovered on a rock. Unbeknownst at the time, apparently Wing Nuts, Pissticide and Lost Boy had already cum and gone, but most of the pack waited around and shared a lovely version of “They Ought to Be Publicly Pissed On,” led by songstress, Woody while Dirty and Narcijizm backstroked through the crystal-clear, sparkling waters of the Brandywine. Since there was no booze here, the pack did not dilly-dally and followed marks up to the river path. Some confusion occurred when some wankers ran up Monkey Hill only to find that the marks ran out and actually continued on the lower part where everyone had been in the first place. The pack crossed the bridge over the river and eventually come upon Rack Attack walking her dog through her neighborhood around West Street and .. Glory be, a Beer Near! The pack was happily able to enjoy their beverage sting-free this time, so no one seemed to mind that we were asked to linger an additional 10 minutes while the bimbos continued on their haring quest. Pube handed off a pink scooter that he had found on Monkey Hill to Dancing Fool who happily carried it the rest of the way along with most of Wilmington’s other refuse. Eventually the pack commenced pursuit of the thus-far elusive bimbos up West Street and into downtown. On-On! At this point, the bimbos appeared to have been getting tired or sadistic, as many checks, including song checks were discovered. About half of the wankers gathered at a song check on some side street, which it was discovered that Wing Nuts, Narcijizm, Pube, Skidmarks and Spitbucket had somehow avoided. After said song check, there were others along the way which turned into drive-by (run-by) song checks as the pack became less and less amused. A tit check was strategically placed at one corner and at least some boobs were observable by some passers-by. It also became known at this point that Pube had caught up to Tits, but did not “pants” her as he was under the impression that all of the bimbos had to be caught. This is probably a good thing, as if he had taken over as hare, the night would have been much longer. Finally, the pack turned down Scott Street and a Beer Near was found directing us into the alley behind Yeast Infection’s house. The handful of hashers who had not blown by or been led astray by other hashers, bird shit, paint droppings or other distractions enjoyed some more beverages in Yeast Infection’s yard. Then, it was hoped that trail would at last lead us back to whence we came, so ... On-On! Trail did indeed lead us back, but not before crossing the dick check, which at least IHOV obliged us with, and at last to the On In in another alley/parking lot area near Wishboneher’s house. After the rest of the pack explained all of their cumings and goings, whether premature or delayed, circle commences as the sun began to set. Accusations aplenty were tossed around. 2-Buck drank for hash crashing in the woods and several hashers drank for being the victims of the hornets’ nest. Pube drank for catching at least one hare and not becoming the hare himself. About half the pack drank for hashus interuptus and it was determined that Pissticide could no longer be considered a visitor. IHOV and Necro were somehow determined as being first in, though half of the pack had already returned. The virgin survived and drank accordingly. The hares drank for a shitty trail as well as using all of the song checks as crutches for a lazy lay. Woody, who was getting tired and bored, laid-out on his back on the pavement yelling, “May the hash get a piece!” until we finally did. Following circle, the pack strolled over to Famous Tim’s and feasted upon pasta, salad and plenty more beers. All-in-all it was indeed, another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1091 this Wednesday. On! On!Necropheelmeup | |