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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 510 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #510 - Plunge & Puke Birthday Hash |
| When: | June 16, 2004 |
| Where: | Christiana Town Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Dead End Plunge and Puke | Message |
| What: Plunge & Puke Birthday Hash When: Wednesday, June 16, 2004 at 6:30pm Where: Christiana Town Center off of Rt. 273 Who: Plunge & Puke and her sidekick Dead End Why: To celebrate our Grand Mattress's b-day D'erections: From I-95, South, take exit 3 (Rt. 273) to Rt 273 East/Rt 40 (Dover). After merging onto Rt. 273, move immediately into the left lane. Get into the left-most turning lane at the SECOND light. (You should see a large, gray building with the name TETRA TECH on it.) After turning in, take the first left and follow along the shopping center until you are in front of Boscov's. Park and hash. Anyone lost? Call Dead End, or P-n-P | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| Hash Trash Hockessin HHH RUN # 509 16 June 2004 Grand Mattress Birthday Hash On a disgustingly hot and muggy eve, just after a torrential downpour, between 35 and 40 hounds of the H4 rolled into Boscov's parking area in some dumbass Mall near Christiana. In an uber appropriate environment of wild animals (i.e., Hashers) roaring, farting, belching, and complaining, our hares, Plunge 'n Puke, and Deadend, eventually got us ON Oning into the shiggy. The trail markings, badly washed out by the storm and initially laid without any sense of responsibility or human compassion, led us into deep shit. The slippery, slimy, sneaker-sucking mud on trail exacerbated by (look up "exacerbated" and you'll see that it has nothing to do with wanking, you ignorant, randy bastards) copious streams, mud puddles, and poison ivy, beat the snot out of all of us. After a well-earned beer stop, we clawed our way back to the cars where Gomez pinch-hit as RA for Delinkwent at the religious ceremony where we nailed the birthday girl and co-hare, a couple of virgins, and a few other victims. Then it was a short jaunt to a local saloon for the Apres where we enjoyed wings, pasta, hoagies, and salad for an excuse to drink more beer. | |
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