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| Hash Number: | 281 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #281 - Dodge Boys Bash/Hash |
| When: | April 22, 2000 |
| Where: | Schaefer's Restaurant, Chesapeake City, MD |
| Hares: | Queer Balls Son of a Ditch The Dodge Boys Weird Al Spanks the Bitch | Message |
| Nothing here yet | Hashers |
| Beeper Circle Jerk Cribsnatcher Deadhead Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Dung Ho Gomez Groper Himalaya Hornblower Hot Lips Little Boy Screw Queer Balls Roadkill Rubber Son of a Ditch Subpeonis Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Spot Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin HHH - Hash Trash For Saturday April 22, 2000 Run #281 - Dodge Boys Bash/Hash It was a cool and cloudy afternoon when ~30 leg-lifting or squatting hounds of the notorious H4 parked their carcasses at Schaefer's Restaurant on the Underwear and Check-a-peek Canal. The Dodge Boys, Queer Balls, Son of a Ditch, and Weird Al..., got the 12K "long run" fools on trail around 3PM. Like Winnie the Pooh, these people of" very little brain" disappeared into the 100 acre wood---dodging piles of Eyore's donkey biscuits. This is why the "dodge" boys engineered this shitty event. Then the biker contingent took off on their appointed rounds, and about 3:30 PM the greater pack of hounds was unleashed upon the fragile canal environment. The whole motley crew included: Wet Spot, Circle Jerk, Cribsnatcher, Deadhead, Devil Woman, Do Me on the Beach, Dung Ho Beeper, Gomez, Groper, Himalaya, Hornblower, Mad Hatter, Make Me an Offer, Roadkill, Rubber, SubPenus, Woodpecker, Hot Lips, Little Boy Screw Rob Wehoe, Steve Hill, Jim Bennett, and Mary Allen. We started out by running for about 12 miles on the ass-fault road along the canal. Just before we reached the half-marathon distance, the flour spots had us veer into the woods. We slogged through sneaker-suckin' muck and mire for a long time. It was pretty woodland, but the huge expanses of mud on trail had us slip slidin' away. There were a few really steep ups and downs, but not too high. It was just tough getting a foothold on the soggy slopes. There were meadows that gave us some relief from a lot of bad thorny patches and a fair number of barbed wire fences. One fence wrapped Cribsnatcher in a mean embrace that left a copious blood sample in the forest. Since his voice didn't go up a few octaves, we knew at least that he didn't "fence" the family jewels. At last, after about a half hour,the beer stop got the attention of the large pack of SCB's and bikers. The LTI's (Long Trail Idiots) never made it---serves 'em right! With tissues restored, we attacked the muck and thorns until the final stretch along the canal brought us to the ON-IN, where we circled up for the religious ceremony conducted by Right Reverend Beeper. We serenaded the hares and a couple of cherries, Ashley and Anita, as they did their Down-Downs. In short order, we convoyed over to the Chesapeake Inn for a delightful Apres. Our hosts provided a neat pasta buffet along with pitchers of really good beer---microbrewery shit with plenty of body and a solid bite. A cool hash, indeed! Have a great agm!!! | |
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