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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 516 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #516 |
| When: | July 28, 2004 |
| Where: | Brader Elementary School, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Just Jack Miss Pissylvania Queer Balls Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hash # 516 When: Wednesday, July 28, 2004 at 6:30 pm Where: Brader Elementary School in north Glasglow/south Newark, Delaware Who: Hares Miss Pissylvania, Skidmark, Just Jack & QB D'erections: From I-95, take the Rt. 896 south/Middletown exit. Go about 2 miles and make a right onto Four Seasons Parkway, at the light after the Super Fresh and before 7 Eleven. Go about 1 mile and Brader Elementary should be on the left. Park in lot and hash. | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| Hash Trash Hockcssin 4-14-141 26 July 2004 Run # 516 The Horny Bee Hash Yo! Watch out! This Hash, that became beeyootiful beeyond imagination, was a sting operation staged by the unbee-leivably sadistic machinations of our hares, Miss Pissylvania, Skidmark, Just Jack, and Queer Balls (our yellow jersey stagewinner in the Tour de France). About 35 righteous hounds met at the Bader Elementary School near route south 896. It was hot and humid, but happily rain free. After circling-up to welcome back Fancy Pants and What About Bob, a couple of hashus interruptus Hash animals, we plowed on into a mixed trail of assfault and mean shiggy. It was in the muck and mire of the woodland swamps where the bees attacked. Unwittingly (typical hasher method of operation), we hassled nests of bees as we slogged along. The little bastards didn't exactly appreciate our intrusion into their domain and so they proceeded to sting all the hashers they could catch. They got a lot of us and they really zeroed in on Delinkwent because they must know that a Kiwi is a fruit. Well, our Delinkwent is not a fruit—a vegetable, maybe, with a pile of mashed potatoes for a brain, but decidedly not a fruit. But how is a bee supposed to know? Anyway, it was a nasty allergic reaction and we're glad he's OK. Most of us carried on after the bee encounter and finally reached the beer stop to refuel before slogging through more stinking mud until we got to the ON IN, where Gomez handled the RA duties with his usual aplomb (i.e., Mismanagement) by singling out a bunch of victims for down-downs. Then we drove over to Bank Shots for the Apres. A very fine repast was provided by Miss Pissylvania which included great servings of chip/dip, salad, barbecued ribs, ziti pasta cassarole. | |
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