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| Hash Number: | 1250 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1250/TTH3 #21 - Taco Ain’t Tuesday (TAINT) Joint Taco/Hockessin Hash |
| When: | July 11, 2018 |
| Where: | 334 Washington St N #24, Hammonton, NJ |
| Hares: | Other Peoples Pussy | Message |
| What: H4 #1250/TTH3 #21 Taco Ain’t Tuesday (TAINT) Joint Taco/Hockessin Hash When: Wednesday, July 11, 2018 at 7.00pm HST Where: Tomfoolery Brewery, 334 Washington St N #24, Hammonton, NJ 08037. Pre-lube and additional parking at 3 Threes Brewing: 50 13th St. (they are opening just for us, cause we're special). Who Hare: Other People’s Pussy What Else: Cum on out to middle of Dirty Jerz and celebrate the 21st run of TTH3, the 1250th run of H4 and the 40th birthday of DSP, drink some beers, eat some tacos, get some TTH3 special Hab, and possible other surprises. Friendlies: ?? Hash Cash: $10 D'erections: This one is a bit of hike for most of us, so you get a few extra minutes with the 7:00pm start. Your editor was in Jersey last week and my phone's GPS was going wacko putting me 30 miles from where I really was. So you may want to take note of the way to go in case your GPS goes wacko (another reason I still give d'erections). Getting over the DM Bridge or CB Bridge, Google maps was routing me up I-295 (in NJ) and then taking the Atlantic City Expressway (ACE). Take exit 33 off of ACE, follow W Fleming Pike (Rt. 73 E), and then right onto S Egg Harbor Rd until it ends, 3 Threes is right there on 13th St, and very quick left onto Washington St is where Tomfoolery be. | Hashers |
| American Halfass Anal Drip Baa Ram Him Butt Lite Closing Time Desperately Seeking Pussy Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Egg Fucker Euro Trash F6 Fucks Like a Tank Gaelic Pasties Great Sex Groper Hands Up Don't Shoot Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Highway Whore Jewel of Duh-Nile Jug Stain Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Orange is the New Snatch Other Peoples Pussy Prudest Priest PubeHeAteHer Rear-end Wrangler Roller Girl Rubber Ripper Runner Girl Seaman on the Poop Deck Sex Toys For Tots Shit Out of Luck Shop N Fuck Shrub You Long Time Silence of the Goats Smells Like Hash Spirit Spare My Finger Taco Bell Taco I Barely Know Her Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel What What Mud in the Butt Where's My D Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1250 So the slobbering pack gathered up first at the Three’s 3’s Brewery, then at the Tomfoolery Brewery in Hammonton, Zoo Jersey on the fine early evening of July the 11th, 2018 AD. As this was part of a joint hash with the Taco Tuesday group who happened to be celebrating their 21st run on a Wednesday. And along with that, what appeared to be the Ben Franklin Mob. Hashers present included: Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Lost Penis, Jewels of Duh-nile, Runner Girl, What What Mud in the Butt, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Mary Fucking Poppins, Groper, Tinsel Tits, F-6, Closing Time, Desperately Seeking Pretty Pretty Kitty Kats, Rubber Ripper, Shop N’ Fuck, Amercian Half Ass, Shit Out of Luck, Tits of Steel, Do Me on the Beach, Taco Bell, Great Sex, Rear End Wrangler, Fucks Like a Tank, Prudest Priest, Baa Ram Him, Kaya Hand Up Don’t Shoot, Orange is the new Snatch, Roller Girl, Shrub You Long Time, Gaelic Pasties, Euro Trash, Egg Fucker, Spare My Finger, Semen on the Poop Deck, Silence of the Goats, Jugstain, Where’s my D, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Taco I barely know her, Highway Whore, Sex Toys for Tots, Woody, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Greg, Just Vagina, Just Tiffany, Just Ken, Just some other guy and a few others. Our hare of the day was Other Peoples Pussy, who has visited us before, with help, I think, from a few other folks in regards to the refreshments. Refreshments, by the way, which far exceeded this writers expectations. But as far as other expectations go ..... A few of us Hockessin Hashers who don’t travel much got a bit of a culture shock upon being reminded that any other hash other than ours is: #1 Going to start at least 45 minutes late, #2 May not be the standard length of 2-4 miles (Though in is this case it was) #3) Will serve food before circle, instead of after, making downs downs go down less smoothly and #4) If the hash is well attended, the circle is going to last a wee bit longer than the standard 20 minutes we deem acceptable. So anyway, after hanging out a bit at the Three 3’s brewery, where we were not instructed to meet, most of us wondered a block over to Tomfoolery brewery where we were. And around 7:45pm our well traveled summer RA Wishboneher made a fine attempt at circling the pack up for the chalk talk, while some BFM hasher moved his car out of the way and then drove the nose of it into the curb a few spaces over. Our hare explained the marks to us, which were standard as far as I know. There was to be a beer stop and a shot stop. There was to be a song check, a boob check, a photo op, and a naughty stop. The walkers were instructed to stay behind for a minute, so they could be pointed in the direction of the short cut, and we were off. On! On! We followed the arrow then found marks to the left, then followed marks down the road for a while, then took a right, saw no check, but found a false mark anyway. On! On! Trail was eventually found a block and a half away. And we basically stayed on the asphalt the whole time, finding checks and falses here and there for a few miles, then going through one patch of grass on a vacant lot, eventually coming back out to the road, taking a right and soon finding the beer stop on another vacant lot where some structure once stood. Our hare was there with his pickup, and many coolers filled with a diverse array of many wonderful beverages including but not limited to ...... PBR, Murphy/s Irish stout, ZIma, Sam Adams, Lions Head, and some brew called “El Camino” along with many other types of beer and soft drinks. Our hare informed us that he had some need to clean out everything that remained in his refrigerator that was left over from all the other parties he had hosted. And so we got the benefit of that and enjoyed our beverages for a while, whilst some hashers abused the chalk they were given for marking checks by decorating the concrete slab we loitered on with penis-themed graffiti. Soon enough we were off. On! On! Trail continued on the asphalt going through this neighborhood and that. We came across the naughty stop and took turns smacking each other in the ass. Those on the runner trail went past a school and stopped at the song check for about 5 seconds. And then were intercepted by an ice cream truck. So a few eagles took advantage of that, causing a few turkeys to be jealous of the opportunity they missed. On! On! We went around the school and then this way and that on the asphalt. Eventually we came out to a major road where we found a 7-11 where our hare had set up for the shot stop. Now the plan was to be that we were to go into the 7-11 to pick up the free slurpies that were supposed to be entitled to us, as it was supposed to be free slurpie, then spike our slurpies with our choice of several hard beverages. However the owners of this particular franchise decided to cut off the free slurpies an hour or two before. So we had to make do with two powerful concoctions donated by Wishboneher, which were left over from the H5 lipstick lesbian hash she hared for that past Saturday. So enjoy these we did, along with more of that beer that was cleaned out of Opp’s fridge. And during this some of us got recruited to form a human wall so that What What could relieve herself in privacy in somebody’s side yard. But soon enough we were off. On! On! We found marks going down the main road, we went past some bench shaped like a cow and took a photo op. As the sun had gone down a few of us lost track of marks but got directions from somewhere on how to get back to point A. PubeHeAteHer and Rubber Ripper raced each other for a little bit. One by one by two the hashers straggled back to the front of the Tomfoolery brewery and hung out there drinking more of the free beer, while the paid for beer and the food was getting set up. And we enjoyed some fine grub for a while, which included our choice of beef and chicken tacos, with flour and corn tortillas, with an assortment of many wonderful condiments along spanish rice, a variety of chips, a damn tasty chocolate cake, and many bohemian beers. After about 45 minutes of pigging out, our RA Wishboneher, with the help of Rubber Ripper and and one or two others opened up circle. Penalties and awards were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. The hare drank a few times, as did the people who made us the food. Our first and last in drank. Rubber Ripper and Pube drank for racing. Our virgins of the day Just Tiffany, Just Ken and Just Vagina (at least that's what I heard people calling them) drank their virgin down downs. And as far as the other down-downs go, well, there lies another culture shock. It appears to still be fashionable with some of our neighboring hashes to make many ridiculous, very eccentric accusations which are not relevant to anything that happened on the hash that day and tend not to be found interesting or humorous by any more than two people. Examples of this would be “I am so and so and I accuse so and so of going to the nail salon last week and not inviting me.” Or “ I am so and so and I accuse so and so for having a coupon for a dollar off cantaloupe but not using it before it expired.” And so that went on for an hour and a half ..... I mean that literally! With no one from our H4 hash making any accusations because they didn’t want to make it go on any longer. With the fine brews and grub being the only thing that made it half tolerable. The only accusation this writer found the slightest bit amusing was when Kaya Hand Up Don’t Shoot accused some hasher who used to be her grade school teacher for doing something that a responsible adult should not be seen doing by somebody he is mentoring. And at a hash that could mean anything. Anyway, after circle ........ Well I don’t know what went on after circle. Because after 90 minutes of accusations, went on over a half hour of announcements, many of which were as irrelevant as the accusations. So one by one the Hockessin hashers Irish exited out of that place. As it was getting past 11pm and we all had an hour plus drive home. But I’m sure the hash went in peace. The moral of the story -- make sure you are prepared before traveling to someone else's shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1251, the toga hash, this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |