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| Hash Number: | 238 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #238 - ANNUAL RED, WHITE & BLUE RUN |
| When: | July 7, 1999 |
| Where: | Cedar Lane Elementary School, Middletown, DE |
| Hares: | -Unknown- | Message |
| Nothing here yet | Hashers |
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| Hockessin HHH Hash Trash Run #238 7 July 1999 ANNUAL RED, WHITE & BLUE RUN Reasonably close to the appointed hour, about 30 hounds of the highly disorganized H4 answered the unpatriotic call of our own Benedict Arnold, the anglophilic mercenary hare who calls himself Fancy Pants. F.P. was garishly attired in Calvin Klein’s latest British RW&B ensemble. Focus was on his stylishly tattered shorts that barely covered his musket. Incidentally, did you know that Public Radio International (PRI), whyy, 93.8FM, was recently purchased by Calvin Klein, Ltd? Their new logo is simply: priCK We met at Cedar Lane school in Boyd’s Corner— a bit south of the C&D canal. The very site where Gen Cornwallis set up his USAT&F sanctioned 10K road race to raise money to stop the Boston Tea Party. The exorbitant 15 shilling entry fee assured a small field. A good thing, too, since Geo. Washington (GM of the Colonial H3) came down with interhashers from Valley Forge and Hockessin and kicked his ass. We know, of course, that inept historians will never realize that the Boston Tea Party was outclassed by the Boyd’s Corner Beer Party (which uncouth hashers refer to as Apres.) On to the Hash—enough of this flight of fancy. A little before 7 PM, we headed for the woods in the distance. We hit the shiggy—big time, as they say in jockland. The poison ivy stretched their cute little tendrils toward the genital regions. Thorns were content to rip our legs to shreds, and the local ticks could be heard salivating. Out of the deep shiggy and into the cornfields. Finally a check point and Benedict Arnold had us grind to a halt. He produced a BFDofC (Big Fucking Deck of Cards) that King George had sent by FedEx to distribute to each hound. Off again. Open fields, deep shiggy, more corn as high as a hasher’s eye —until another check point...and another card. The frustrated FRB’s were pouting, but they had to wait until all the hounds arrived. Good! Fuck ‘em. Power to the SCB’s!! (as we used to say in 1970). Then we went on for about an hour until we collected a fifth card at the beer stop. Your scribe looked at his totally shitty poker hand and folded immediately. He then confirmed his SCB mentality by bailing out and riding back in Woody’s truck to the ON IN. We eventually gathered for our Apres at a neat house with a big yard somewhere south of Wilmington and east or west of Singapore. No problem. We were close to rte 1/13 that would take us home. It was a great pig roast with lots of good beer on tap. We had our rousing Religious Ceremony with the appropriate punishments for violators. It was good to see our three recent auto accident survivors at the Apres and in good spirits (also down-downing good spirits). A tip of the hat and a down-down or two to our hares for staging this neat, star spangled event. Maybe we can convince F.P. to continue the tradition and “assume the angle” for us next year. | |
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