Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Details
Hash Number:272
What:Hockessin Hash #272
When:Feb. 19, 2000
Where:Sea Isle City, NJ
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Bunion Butt
Country Sausage
Devil Woman
Do Me On the Beach
Head Nurse
Hot Pink Ho
Make Me an Offer
Queer Balls
Senior Sex Toy
Toxic Shock
Village Idiot
Wet Spot
Wet Willie
Hash Trash
Hockessin HHH - Hash Trash
For Saturday February 19, 2000
Polar Bear Plunge 2000
It was just as well we forgot sunglasses, suntan lotion, and beach chairs. Even if it had been midsummer, it was the gray and rainy kind of day that makes a soggy beach very uninviting. But a couple dozen members of the H4 made their way to Sea Isle City for the annual Polar Bear Plunge. Our hares, Gomez and Roadkill, laid out a very symmetrical ass-fault course that proved too confusing for the assembled hounds---obviously hashers lacking even minimal brainpower. But who else would show up for a dip in the ocean on a day when both the air and the water were below 40 degrees? The idiots participating in this madness were: Crib Snatcher, Groper, Do Me on the Beach, Beeper, Queer Balls, Village Idiot, Devil Woman, Bunyon Butt, Himalaya, Country Sausage, Head Nurse, Edna Hayes, Slutmaster, Dead Head, Hornblower, Hot Pink Ho, Morticia, Make an Offer, Toxic Shock, Sub Penis, Wet Willy, Wet Spot, and a virgin slipped in there too.
A number of our above named masochists arrived at 10 57th St. on Friday night to get the action going at our rented beach house The rest of us pulled in on Saturday morning, swished some beer around our teeth in lieu of mouthwash, and collected outside for photos and a short Hash. So, it was up and down the streets until a beer stop about halfway and then a turn around for a road race down the ass-fault "boardwalk" back to 57th St. For the first time ever, Himalaya was first in and he didn't even have to do a down-down. We expected to have our ceremony after the swim in the ocean, but the huge crowd in the bar didn't give us a chance and so we had to bag it.
One friend of the Hash (the bar owner) provided us with whisky for the construction of Boilermakers to get us primed just before we marched lemming-like onto the beach and into the sea. With thousands of onlookers on the beach and boardwalk, it was like a medieval scene where ghouls collect in the village square to see crazed people get their heads lopped off, only this time it was to see asses get frozen off. When the starting horn blasted, we were all part of a bone-chilling scene where a howling mob of morons surged into the icy water and experienced the oxymoronic reality of major shrinkage. A well-chilled pack of hounds emerged from the surf, walked and shivered a long block back to the La Cucuracha bar, and partied to the sounds of a lively band. Anyone who stood in line was served meatballs, sausages, and rigatoni pasta casserole along with pitchers of beer. We were able to hang out for a few festive hours until heading for home or back to 57th St. It was a fun event, If you expect to lose your mind iin the near future, put the Plunge on your calendar for next year!
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