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| Hash Number: | 1095 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1095 |
| When: | Aug. 12, 2015 |
| Where: | Weiss Park, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1095 When: Wednesday, August 12, 2015, at 6:30 HST Where: Bunion Butt Who: Weiss Community Park near Newark Delaware Doggie Friendly?: Trail certainly is. Apres bar will not welcome pups, but you can leave ‘em in the car. D'erections: Search for either Weiss, Newark DE 19702 or the address 160 Aspen Dr. Newark DE 19702 for the Park Entrance.Or from I-95, take Exit 3 (Route 273) and go east on Rt. 273. Continue on Rt. 273 East, past Community Plaza shopping center, then turn right onto Old Baltimore Pike. Continue on Old Baltimore Pike for about 75 miles, passing Amores Pizza on your left. Very soon after the pizza shop turn left onto Aspen Drive. Stay on Aspen for ½ mile to the Weiss Park entrance on your right. Turn right, find hashers & park. Hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Cleavage to Beaver Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Fast Eddie Gayblade Kum On Inn Licks His Own NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer The S&M Man The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Trail Order Bride Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1095 So, the slobbering pack met in the back parking lot at Weiss Community Park in Newark, DE on a rather-pleasant-not-too-shabby 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, August 12, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Dead End, S&M Man, Cleavage to Beaver, Perfect Woman, Licks His Own, Gay Blade, Wishboneher, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Do Me On The Beach, Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Woody, Toxic Shock, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cribsnatcher and . . .? Our hare for the evening was Bunion Butt, who gave us a brief history lesson by explaining that, “Back in my day . . .” (before the wheel, fire and even dirt were invented yet), “this used to all be farmland.” We thank our forebears for cultivating such lush property to hash upon. Bunion Butt also explained some marks, which included a Check Back (which we later found out had been washed away by the rain last night), a Beer Near (which would prove invisible to 3 of the wankers), some random checks where the hare only bothered to lay one False and a plethora of pink ribbons adorning the lovely greenery. It should be noted that Rug Burn and Sandy Penis Beach showed up at the beginning to claim their lost property from Spunk, while Devil Woman and Toby loitered with them in the parking lot, however their statuses remain unknown as they were not seen on trail. The pack, knowingly leaving the ever late-cumming Kum On Inn and unknowingly leaving the late-cumming S&M Man and Cleavage to Beaver (who did not anticipate the lazy wankers taking their Viagra and getting off that quickly) followed the true trail arrow into the park-formerly-known-as- a-farm. On-On! Licks His Own sniffed out the trail and found some marks leading past a playground and further into the park where we encountered our first pink ribbons. We followed these into some brush where the FRB’s split up several times clawing through foliage of various shapes and sizes until we reached another neighborhood. Here we were led to the clusterfuck-field-of-confusion. Upon entering said field, Pubeheateher and Licks His Own discovered marks leading left, which prompted Necro and Woody to follow, however as is apparently not uncommon on a Bunion Butt trail, this turned out to be a “No-No,” as there were also marks leading to the right. After completing an unnecessary loop, the FRB’s joined up with the rest of the moseying bunch who were “On Hare” and eventually followed the ACTUAL trail under the power lines and further into the clusterfuck-field-of-confusion. On-On! Trail continued around a ginormous puddle/pond of some kind and out into another neighborhood. Pubeheateher, Licks His Own and Necro continued on through said neighborhood, completely blowing by an apparent “Beer Near,” thus finishing trail while the rest of the wankers took a well-deserved imbibing break. Sorry to have missed this, but I’m sure it was quite lovely. On-On! Trail then continued on through the neighborhood where a local resident asked if we were Geocaching. Something like that. Next we were led through some foliage through what appeared to be people’s backyards, however no one seemed to mind or pay us any mind. After emerging unscathed, the wankers ended up on a grassy knoll where far in the distance, a pink ribbon waved brightly welcoming us back to the park from whence we came. Here, the RFB’s were found to have at least managed to locate the key to the beer in the back of Asshopper and Wetter’s car and were chastised plenty by the rest of the pack for their apparent blindness. While we all continued to enjoy our beverages, it was determined that circle should perhaps be moved from the county park to a friendlier location, so off to the parking lot of “On The Rocks” bar we fled. Turns out, said parking lot did not turn out as friendly as planned when the bartender came out and expressed much disdain and horror that we were all drinking beside the dumpster behind the bar. Thus, Wishboneher turned on her charm, convinced the frazzled bartender to give us 15 minutes and commenced an abbreviated version of circle. Still, many songs were sung and accusations thrown around. The FRB’s drank for both overachievement and stupidity, the Hare claimed to be DFL, however this was determined to be a violation and the visitors serenaded us while accusing us for being “too prompt” of a hash. Huh? Cousin It and Dead End were honored for auto-hashing, announcements were ignored and the hash got a piece. Following circle, the pack feasted upon many bags of chips, pizza brought in by Gay Blade and many, many pitchers of more beer, more beer, more beer. A bonus was that it happened to be karaoke night at “On The Rocks,” so several wankers took the stage hostage and serenaded all of the lucky patrons in great voice well into the night. All-in-all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1096 this Wednesday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |