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| Hash Number: | 1247 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1247 - Dirty’s Dirty Wet Birthday Hash and 30 Years Hashing Through Shiggy |
| When: | June 20, 2018 |
| Where: | 776 Old Baltimore Pike, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Kitchen Bitch Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1247, Dirty’s Dirty Wet Birthday Hash and 30 Years Hashing Through Shiggy When: Wednesday, June 20, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: 776 Old Baltimore Pike, Newark, DE. On The Rocks' parking lot. Who Hare: Dirty Wet Pussy, Skidmarks, Kitchen Bitch, and Smells Like Hash Spirit What Else: "Things you may want to bring -- dry bag, bug spray, grappling hook, chair and a seance [sic*] of adventure. Hell we don’t even know what to expect at this point! " (*hmm, so maybe also bring a Ouji board) Friendlies: Really? On trail may be questionable. At apres, back yard is fenced, but no dogs in the house. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take exit 3/Rt 273 East towards Dover. Turn right onto Old Baltimore Pike. Go 4.3 miles, the pub is on the left next to the Valero gas station. From Newark, get your ass to Rt. 72 or Rt. 896 south and take a left onto Old Baltimore Pike, On the Rocks is on the right less than 1/2 mile past Rt. 72. Dazed and Confused? you can try | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Left Tit Closing Time Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F-Bomb F6 Gives It Away Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Kitchen Bitch Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Nip Fuck Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Richard Semens Shuttlecock Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Two Buck Fuck Up the Rear Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1247 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot along side On the Rocks for the notorious annual DWP birthday hash on the balmy late summer afternoon of June the 20th, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Jewels of Duhnile, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Richard Semens, Shuttlecock, Just Shane, F-6, WIshboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Mary Fucking Poppins, Up the Rear, Slutmaster, Nip Fuck, Gives It Away, Two Buck Fuck, Do Me on the Beach, Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie, Big Left Tit, Closing Time, Dancing Fool, Lost Penis, Asshopper, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Jenny, Kitchen Bitch, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were the birthday girl Dirty Wet Pussy with help from Skidmarks who went out of their way to find some extra muckety muck for us to trudge though as is the standard for this particular event. And so some of us hung out in the bar at On the Rocks for a little while, before we gradually gathered up in circle formation to the left of that building. Our RA for the day, Wishboneher, announced the chalk talk and Skidmarks walked us through it in honor of our nominal virgin, Just Genny, who didn’t go on trail today, and probably won’t go on any other trail either. We were told to look out for whitish and pinkish flour, along with pink ribbons, that there happened to be a whole lot of out there, other than what was left to mark the trail. There was to be a shot stop and a beer stop we were told. There was also to be a tit check, a dick check, and a tit and dick check, I forget exactly what he called it. DWP announced the beverages for the shot stop were being carried in her back pack and if impatient FRB’s didn’t want to wait for her to arrive there, they best volunteer to carry that back pack for her. And so yours truly MFP, volunteered. Soon enough, we were off. On! On! We followed the arrow out onto Old Baltimore Pike, and soon into the church parking lot next store, yes the same one we get yelled at for trespassing through every single time. The same one with the dummy foxes that have failed to scare off the Canada Geese that leave their poop all over the place. On! On! We ran out of marks for a minute, before Skidmarks indicated the way to go. Back around the church building we went and around a few drainage ponds we did go, scaring some of the geese along the way. On! On! We found some pink ribbons in the tall grass that led us to some flour marks in the woods and through some barbed wire fencing. And this led us past a place we had a beer stop last summer during Death Wish's trail, where the exact same two discarded motorcycle helmets that were there last time, were still waiting for us. On! On! Trail soon ended up in the creek, which soon ended up being waste deep.. Half the pack tried to avoid this, and, as usual made their journey more difficult then it would have been otherwise. This while Skidmarks and DWP are attempting to herd the slow folks on the short cut route. We came out of the creek for a little bit, ran through some more shiggy, than back into the creek, then back into the shiggy, then back into the creek, until we came to the place intended for the shot stop, where there was a nice big sandy beach for us to hang out on. Many, if not all, hashers had crashed by this point, some getting into the water and some getting out. Jewels of Duh-Nile had offered a hand to a lot of people, while yours truly did not. Anyway, yours truly arrived with the backpack, and when opened, jello-shots and pre-mixed mudslide were enjoyed by all who made it that far. And we enjoyed hanging out on the beach for a while, while some of us attempted to shake out a few pounds of sand out of our shoes. Soon enough we were off. On! On! Back into the water, then out of the water, then in the water, over and over and over again. For sake of variety, there was one part on dry land through a field that had many nasty thorns hidden in the tall weeds that caused the FRB’s to bellow and moan in front of me. Trail went back into the water after that, oh wow! What a Surprise, and followed a tributary that ran under the power lines which took us to the beer near, this time arranged by Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, who found some place to park within a half mile of there. We were also greeted by a box turtle who was hanging out next to the cooler, and a few hungry horse flies. Shuttle Cock or somebody recovered an old McDonald’s sign, which was taken with us. And we enjoyed our brews or tried to, at least. Until all the DFL’s arrived. At this point Skidmarks informed us that the last part of trail, while barely a mile long, was going to be the most difficult part, and would probably take us a good 30-45 minutes to complete. A few folks whoosed out and grabbed a ride with Hare Today, while others we instructed on how to get back, the longer, but much easier and less dirty way. While the rest of us fools trudged on. On! On! We went down a nice gravel path. Then into the woods. Then into the swamp. The muddy muddy swamp where we sunk down to our knees in foul smelling earth. One of our hares pointed out a piece of dry land over to our left that some of us took advantage of for a minute. But no one remained unscathed. Much screaming, cursing and regretting was experienced. Eventually though, we did come out to dry land, where we were greeted by a couple of nasty weiner dogs as we cut through a strip of land that wasn’t part of someones private property. On! On! We ran though the neighborhood for a few blocks. Then came out to Old Baltimore Pike, where we banged a right and got back to the parking lot where we started. Apparently Slutmaster, who went the longer, but easier way was first in. While Gives It Away and Two Buck were last . For quite a few minutes those of us who didn’t auto-hash cleaned ourselves off in the parking lot, and the nice gentleman who owns the Chinese restaurant offered us a bucket of soapy water free of charge. Also a few of us took the opportunity to throw our shoes out in the dumpster, which is common after every DWP birthday trail. We eventually all headed over to the pad of DWP and Kitchen Bitch, for the circle and the Apres. We lost a few hashers on the way, but we gained a few auto-hashers there, like Lost Penis, Just Genny, and Smells Like Hash Spirit. As there were still a few 40 ouncers left from Yours Truly, MFP’s birthday hash a few weeks prior, the down-downs were poured from those, and our RA Wishboneher opened up the circle. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. The hares drank many, many times. As did anybody wearing jean-shorts, or a kilt, or a shirt. The aging- cane using Slutmaster, was acknowledged for being first in, and commended many times for managing to complete a trail that most youthful folks would find too difficult. Gives It Away and Two-Buck Fuck drank for being last. Orgy Porgy drank for talking too much again, and was commanded to don the long lost PVC sleeve, though his arm turned out to be to big for it to fit around his elbow. So that didn’t work out the way we all hoped. Yours Truly, MFP got to drink for not giving anybody a hand while on trail. Our virgin Just Genny, who my opinion is still a virgin since she didn’t do trail, did her virgin down-down. And the birthday girl DWP got her birthday side-side, though her beer had to be refilled a few times before it was time for her to drink it. Oh!, and we had a naming ... well, almost two. There was some debate in circle on re-naming Shuttle Cock to Princess Shuttle Cock, or some other name, but that ended up being tabled. But Just Shane finally got named. For now on he will be known as F-Bomb, in reference to his over-indulging in Irish Car bombs during the Green Dress run this past March. Many other people drank for many other things, before announcements were attempted to be made and the hash went in peace. After circle we enjoyed a mighty fine cheese steak station, set up by Kitchen Bitch, where there was the option of regular cheese steak, buffalo chicken cheese steak, and veggie goulash. This with condiment option of sautéed onions, several options of cheese, sweet and hot peppers, jalapeño pickles, french fries, and a few other things.. Oh, and a hot fudge sundae bar was also offered later, this to go along with our tasty brews. And pictures were posed for and taken. And stories were shared and enjoyed. And a fine time was had. As is par for the course, it was a damn shitty, shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1248 this cumming Wednesday. On! On!MFP | |