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| Hash Number: | 1246 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1246 |
| When: | June 13, 2018 |
| Where: | 108 Cherry St, Pennsville, NJ |
| Hares: | Does It All Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Stealing Turd Base | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1246 When: Wednesday, June 13, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: 108 Cherry St, Pennsville NJ 08070 Who Hare: Sandy Penis Beach and Rugburn What Else: Bring a dry bag, it might rain. "And Wear your Getto gear, as u guys will b in Zoojersy in a getto house [sic]." Friendlies: Not really. Hash Cash: $7 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 5 miles, and turn right onto Brandriff Ave (before the Wawa) and another right onto Cherry St. 108 is 2nd house on right. Lost? | Hashers |
| American Halfass Anal Drip Asshopper Big Left Tit Bunion Butt Butt Lite Does It All F6 Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Stealing Turd Base Toxic Shock Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1246 So the slobbering pack gathered up on Cherry Lane in Pennsville, Zoo Jersey on the fine early summer evening of June the 13th, 2018 AD for the Ghetto themed hash. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Slutmaster, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Wishboneher, Toxic Shock, Mount Me, Mary Fucking Poppins, F-6, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Greg, Perfect Woman, Woody, Asshopper, Buttlite, American Half Ass, Pickle Dick, Big Left Tit, Does It All, and many, many others. Our Hares of the day were Rugburn, Sandy Penis Beach, and Stealing Turd Base, who this time had a well executed plan, unusual for Wednesday night hashes, but I guess that has got to happen once in a while. And so we hung out in the back yard for a while sipping some brews and some of us doused ourselves with bug repellent as this was highly recommend by Rugburn. Some time about 6:40 something our RA for the day, Wishboneher circled us up for the chalk talk along side the house. RugBurn informed us that the hares were once again lazy, and only one of the false trails was to be marked. She also told us to look out for a few things like paper confetti, two shot stops and one beer stop. And that one of the shot stops was going to involve going into a building and then exiting immediately after. Soon enough we were off. On! On! We followed a few marks in the neighborhood, with Skidmarks and PubeHeAteHer finding most of the checks and the true trails. We did go through a little bit of shiggy before going out to state Rt. 49 and heading into the direction of the bridge, when we suddenly ran out of visible marks. Some woman who strongly resembled Closing Time, drove by and beeped her horn at us. There are still many crazy motorists in Jersey. Stumped we were for a few minutes, however two of the hares were there sweeping, and one ended up ahead of us in his car, and so we were directed to enter the nearby liquor store where the clerk immediately presented to us many small bottles of Fireball Cinnamon Whisky. These, he assured us, were already paid for, but he insisted they must be consumed outside. And so, the pack was directed to go out the back door, where some of us enjoyed our fine whisky before returning upon trail On! On! We ran on the asphalt for a few minutes, before going into the woods, where we encountered an awfully nasty, muddy, smelly, quicksand like stream crossing, that some of us FRB’s, like Big Left Tit, were not able to cross, without getting rather messy. Some of the folks behind wised up and found a bridge down stream to cross, after cutting through somebody’s property, and some others made their own bridge by dragging a log across that foul smelling water. On! On! Though a whole lot of shiggy we went, until we got out onto the street, and found marks going though a shopping center, then through a field, then into another shopping center, where everything appeared to be boarded up and closed. But here we found Stealing Turd Base waiting for us with some mighty tasty Jello Shots, that we enjoyed, while a few people tried playing handball with a golf ball that was laying around somewhere. Bunion Butt who managed not to get filthy, showed off this Christmas tree stand that he found somewhere, and seemed very proud of. Soon enough we were off again. On! On! We ran around the a neighborhood, and maybe through the woods again, and maybe past another school and through another field, its starting to get a bit hazy at this point. But relatively soon we followed a neighborhood road all the way to its end where it met the great Delaware River, and where we found Stealing Turd Base with our beer for the beer stop in the trunk of his car. And so we enjoyed the view of the river, and the view of what most of us call home on the other side of it. And some of us who had gotten a bit dirty took advantage of the opportunity to clean ourselves off in the water. But soon enough it was time for us to go off again, before the sun went down. On! On! The hare informed us, that she was lazy, and that there were no more marks to follow, and so she gave us simple directions about how to get back to point A, which was about 1.5 miles away, and involved going straight, then taking a left, then taking a right, then taking a left. NecroFeelMeUp and American Half Ass finished first, and I know longer remember who finished last. But what I do remember is Bunion Butt and Slutmaster having a spectacular end of trail hash crash that came as a result playing too much with the swinging bench that was in the backyard. Eventually everybody got back, though some of us spent a good deal of time cleaning up, before our RA WIshboneher circled us up. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. Down downs still consisting of the left over 40 ounce bottles brought to the hash that was the week before. The hares drank a bunch of times. One of them for his birthday. As did American Half Ass. Big Left Tit drank for hash crash, as did Bunion Butt and Slutmaster for falling out of the swinging bench a few minutes earlier. A few people had to drink because they wouldn’t stop talking during circle. And so did a few for having dry lips. Many other people drank for many other things. And we also poured one out for the homey and bandmate of Pickle Dick and PubeHeAteHer, who went to meet his maker last week. After announcements were made and circle was closed, we adjourned to Soooter’s Tavern, which has to be the least expensive tavern I have ever been to. A place which may not have raised its prices since the 1990’s. There we encountered Does It All, who was working that afternoon. And there we enjoyed some fine shrimp and corn, along with potato salad and coleslaw to go along with our brews. And there we were entertained by some dude playing rock tunes, and the TV which was playing american ninja warrior. All and all another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1247, the DWP birthday hash, this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |