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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 292 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #292 |
| When: | June 30, 2000 |
| Where: | Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Hornblower Mad Hatter | Message |
| Nothing here yet | Hashers |
| Bumper Humper Bunion Butt Country Sausage Cribsnatcher Deadhead Devil Woman Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Fungi Gomez Groper Himalaya Hornblower Hot Pants Long Ranger Mad Hatter Queer Balls Roadkill Slutmaster Son of a Ditch Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Nurse | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin HHH - Hash Trash For Wednesday June 30, 2000 Hockessin Hash House Harriers Hash Trash Run #292 The Soggy Hash And the rains did cum! Not what we think about---but for anything that cums we experience a revival of the hash spirit. We really did get pissed on this time---even with temporary shelter at hare Hornblower’s pad out there in suburban Newark. Mad Hatter, our other hare, hosted a totally soggy bunch of H4 heathens at the Apres. About 25 Hockessin hounds collected for the start of the 292nd Hash. Among those who didn’t have sense enough to get out of the rain, were:Bumper Humper, Bunion Butt, Country Sausage, Crib Snatcher, Deadhead, Devil Woman, Digital Dick, Do Me on the Beach, Gomez, Groper, Hot Pants, Long Ranger, Queer Balls, Roadkill, Sean McCardle, Slutmaster, Son of a Ditch, Weird Al...and Wet Nurse. A little before 7 PM, we were off and on-oning onto the ass-fault and soon into the woods. Much of the trail was along, into, and across the old historical Whackinoff River. A very steep climb up an extremely slippery slope provided our more lecherous members an opportunity to grope ass by way of assisting he floundering hounds make it up to the railroad tracks. A long lope along the tracks soon got us back into the shiggy. Then the great toilet in the sky really opened up on us and the entire trail became a muddy river. Additional stream crossings just helped us wash the mud out of our sneakers. Eventually, the beer stop was upon us and after a brief respite, we sloshed back into the shiggy until we surfaced on more railroad tracks---this time it was an active high-speed line which we managed to survive without disaster. A ladder-aided climb over a high cyclone fence brought us to the safety of Mad Hatter’s backyard pool. After a hose shower, it was in for a refreshing dip while we soaked up pizza and beer. We circled up for our religious ceremony and after our GM reminded us of up-cumming events, we punished our hares and two notorious hashus interrupti, Fungi and Himalaya. | |
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