Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:259
What:Hockessin Hash #259
When:Nov. 20, 1999
Where:Pike Creek Shopping Center, Wilmington, DE
Hares:Cribsnatcher
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Hash #259 - LOOKIN' FOR HARES IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES? NOTE! CRIB WILL TAKE EITHER NOV. 20th OR NOV. 27th
Saturday, November 20, 3PM, Location TBA
Hashers
Anal-ist
Beeper
Butthead
Circle Jerk
Cribsnatcher
Cupcakes
Deadhead
Do Me On the Beach
Gomez
Groper
Himalaya
Lick It Clean
Make Me an Offer
Mount Me
Queer Balls
Roadkill
Screaming Pussy
Slutmaster
Snack
Up the Rear
Wet Nurse
Hash Trash
Hockessin HHH - Hash Trash
For Saturday November 20, 1999
Hash Trash Run # 259
The Cribaliscious Hash
On a remarkably warm November day, with the temperature in the 60's, about 25 unsuccessfully neutered hounds of the infamous H4 met at the Pike Creek shopping center. Our sinister hare, Crib Snatcher, told us all to silflay hracka and the dissed pack was composed of: Anal-ist, Beeper, Butthead, Circle Jerk, Cupcakes, Deadhead, Do Me on the Beach, Queer Balls, Roadkill, Gomez, Groper, Himalaya, Lick it Clean, Make Me an Offer, Mount Me, Screaming Pussy, Up the Rear, Slutmaster, Snack, and Wet Nurse. A pall of fear hung over the pack in anticipation of whatever evil plots were being hatched in Crib's harebrain.
At approximately 3:24:22 o'clock, following a convoluted and confusing lecture on the application of a "new" hash mark, called a "B.J.", the pack was off in search of special sexual glory. After an initial drag-ass period of sniffing around, the trail was picked up on the other side of Limestone Pike. It went on to an ass-fault trail behind some Condos that eventually took us into the beautiful woods for our eco-barbaric activity. A leisurely downhill jog got us into the shiggy that was laced with thorns all over the hills. This area was a challenge for three main reasons:
1. leaves covered the rocks and roots on the steep slopes,
2. three water crossings guaranteed soggy sneakers, and
3. a weird distribution of flour spots made it certain that we all got just plain fucked instead of getting the promised "B.J."
Udder confusion! The hounds milled all around the hills, up and down-down, back and forth, until we stumbled on the true trail that led us to the beer stop at a construction site.
ON-ON again into the shiggy, another water crossing just to prevent our feet from getting too dry, and after about an hour on trail we found the ON IN and Apres at Bank Shots saloon. It was crowded and noisy, but Beeper held forth as we circled up for our Down-Down rewards. Crib got his, along with two Cherries, Gail Humphries and Chris Mc Keever, along with a visitor from St. Louis by the name of Frozen Assets. We enjoyed pitchers of what was probably good old Dingaling lager, along with a nice buffet of cold cuts, potato salad, chili beef and rice. A delightfully shitty hash and a genteel and professionally mismanaged Apres helped us avoid barfing as we watched the Penn State football team fuck up again. Rumor has it that Joe Pa is soon to be out on his ass and Gomez will take over.
Receding Hareline
Don't forget our interhash with Reading HHH at 2 PM on Saturday, December 11th at the Meadowbrook Country Club. This is the 500th Hash of the raunchy Reading crowd and it should be a blast! Bring a dry bag large enough to accomodate a tux or an evening gown. Your choice. The Reading people don't give a shit. Just remember, this is a la-di-da country club with a mean dress code.
Call Crib for details and car pooling
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