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| Hash Number: | 1093 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1093 |
| When: | July 29, 2015 |
| Where: | 8 Polly Drummond Shopping Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Circle Jerk Do Me On the Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1093 When: Wednesday, July 29, 2015, at 6:30 HST Where: Polly Drummond Shopping Center (McGlynn’s Pub) - at corner of Polly Drummond Hill Rd and New Linden Hill Rd Who: Do Me on the Beach and Circle Jerk Why: Do Me’s bday was last week - stupid work stuff made them switch dates with Pickle and Tinsel What Else, Dog Friendly?: Apres at Do Me and CJ’s abode. Prepare for shirtless, fancy bra, hands-free watermelon eating contest. Trail is pretty much dog-friendly. No dogs in house, but back yard is fenced. D'erections: From I-95, take exit 3 (Rt. 273 W), towards Newark. Go about 1 miles, at the 2nd light past Rt. 4, follow the sign for right to Ruthar Rd to Red Mill Rd. After Ruthar Rd, take left onto Red Mill Rd. After crossing Rt 2/Kirkwood Highway, Red Mill Rd turns into Polly Drummond Hill Rd. Go 5 miles, turn right into Shopping Center, look for miscreants. Park and hash. | Hashers |
| Bumpy Beaver Bunion's Bitch Butt Lite Butthead Circle Jerk Cousin It Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Groper Kum On Inn Licks His Own Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Pissticide Prison Break PubeHeAteHer Rug Burn Skidmarks Toxic Shock Trail Order Bride Two Buck Fuck Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1093 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the shoppes of Polly Drummond Hill Rd, on the balmy late afternoon of July, the 29th, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Pissticide, Woody, Cousin It w/Famous Jack, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Magic Carpet Ride, Toxic Shock, Butthead, Mary Fucking Poppins, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Bunions Bitch, Licks His Own, Toxic Shock, Groper, Buttlite, Pickle Dick, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Trail Order Bride, Kum On Inn, Prison Break, Just Dave, Devil Woman, Two Buck Fuck, Rug Burn, Perfect Woman, and many, many others. Our hares for the day were Do Me on the Beach, in honor of her B-Day a few weeks ago, and Circle Jerk. We hung out in the naturally heated parking lot for a few enjoying the latest batch of Cousin Its home brew before our RA Skidmarks circled up the pack and commenced the chalk talk for the benefit of Just Dave, who hadn’t hashed since last year and ended up not going on trail anyway. Circle Jerk did mentioned that he marked some of trail with ribbons, something that one or two of us paid attention too. And as we finished up the chalk talk, we got joined by the always late cumming Kum On Inn, in her office attire, and we were no longer joined by some of the auto-hashers like Devil Woman, who I guess had some other place to go. And so in the triple degree tempature we followed the arrow that supposedly pointed true. On! On! We picked up trail just outside the shopping strip where New Linden Hill road crossed. We found a mark here and there that to and around the elementary school before encountering a check that ended up not going into the woods. On! On! We found trail up the hill and out to a neighborhood where we found a check back 6, giving some of the walkers, who were at the moment sort of being led by Circle Jerk, a little time to catch up. On! On! Trail went back into the woods and way off the beaten path. Some hashers, tried to follow the marks for a while, which went down a steep hill and through a shallow creek, while others tried to stay high and dry watching us to see where it might go. On! On! We came to a road where we found the eyeball mark, which meant “Watch where the Fuck you are going!” Then trail crossed over the road, and back into the woods up some steep, steep, steep hills. Oh, did I mention those hills were a bit steep! On! On! We encountered a check or two before coming to the beer near, with the FRB’s running right past it as usual. There we found Do Me on the Beach with a jug of gatorade and some cups, along with a mini-keg of Heineken. A few minutes later Circle Jerk appeared with the stragglers, claiming no- one was behind him, but I did notice nearly half the pack was still missing at the time. We enjoyed our brews in the shade I think for about 7 minutes before the pack felt like moving again. Not exactly giving the true stragglers much time to catch up though we could hear Skidmarks “DFL” cowbell necklace for miles before he got there. On! On! We ran out to a neighborhood, and then back into the woods I think. Eventually we crossed New Linden Hill Rd, and entered the now weed strewn territory that was once the 3 Little Bakers golf course. Up and down the golf cart paths we went, until coming across the Turkey-Eagle split. The Turkey Trail went through some water and the Eagle trail went farther into the land, and the Eagle trail is where I went. On! On! Eagle trail went up and down and around, until we came to a check and some high, high reeds. How High? I can’t remember. We were stopped at a check for a bit, until we remembered the hare marked with ribbons as well. We went through some more reeds until we came to a water crossing, that was not quite as wide or as deep as the one the Turkeys had to do, and so we were all able to jump over it. On! On! We went back into the woods and through some serious shiggy, up and around and up again another steep steep hill as the sun was going down. Until we got to a clearing where we found Circle Jerk, miles ahead of half of the people he was supposed to be sweeping. Trail went around a playground, and back into a neighborhood, and onto a street which led us back to the shopping strip from which trail began. And several of us were almost at the point that we were going to drown in our own sweat. Noticing that there were still quite a few people still out there as the sun was going down, Circle Jerk jumped into his truck to do some actual sweeping and some of us placed copies of the directions for the Apres on the windshields of the missing hashers cars. And there for a moment in the parking lot, we were joined by Two Buck Fuck, who had about two bucking minutes to be social. Eventually, everybody either got back or decided to go home, and so we commenced back to the abode of Do Me and Circle Jerk for the circle and the Apre’s, losing Rugburn, Toxic Shock, and some other folks, but gaining Bumpy Beaver, Pickle Dick and Weird Al in the process. And a few people took advantage of a hose that was provided to cool off. So we circled up in the garage while enjoying potato chips, along with Cousin Its brew and several other kinds of suds you generally don’t expect for a 5 dollar hash. Awards and penalties were dished out, songs were sung. Among other things Pissticide drank for this probably not being his last time hashing here, and Bunions Bitch drank for displaying obvious signs of both hash crash and blood on trail. Kum On Inn and some other dude drank for wearing race shirts, and a bunch of us drank for interruptus. But nobody took the option despite how hot it was. After the announcements were made, we adjourned upstairs to the living quarters and enjoyed some fine Roast Beef sandwiches, along with some cheesy pasta alfredo thing, some tasty squash- zucchini casserole thing, some watermelon and some birthday cake, to go along with more beer. And despite his current ban, I noticed that Famous Jack managed to get into the house at some point. As I had to get up early, and therefore to depart sooner, I missed the shirtless watermelon eating contest. But, I have, on good authority, been informed that Woody and Bumpy Beaver won that and were thus awarded Fireball and Fat Tire Beer for their efforts. All and All it was another shitty trail. Stay Tuned for Hockessin Hash #1094 this cumming Wednesday. On! On!MFP | |