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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 550 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #550 |
| When: | March 26, 2005 |
| Where: | Bird-Husbands House, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Slutmaster | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #550 When: Saturday March 26, 2005 Time: 3:00 pm Who: Slutmaster & Bunion Butt Where: Bird-Husbands House ( next to the Ronald McDonald House @ A.I.duPont Children's Hospital) D'erections: From I-95, take the Concord Pike (Route 202) North exit. At the 2nd or 3rd traffic light, turn left onto Route 141 South. Travel about 0.4 miles to a traffic light and turn left onto Children's Drive. Make a quick left at the next traffic light onto Rockland Road. Stay on Rockland Road for 0.3 miles, past the Ronald McDonald House on your left, through a stop sign, then turn immediately right into the gravel parking lot of the boarded up Bird-Husbands House. Park. Hash. | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| Hash Trash Hockessin HH Run 550 26 March 05 Slutmaster and Bunion Butt's Evil Hash On kind of a punk-ass, gray and chilly afternoon, about 25 or so mangy hounds of the H4 met at some dilapidated hovel just past the Ronald McDonald House near the Alapocas Park and the Augustine Cut Off. (What did Augustine cut off anyway, pray tell? Sounds like a Lorena Bobbitt woodie reduction event in any case.) So along about 3:30, hares Slutmaster and Bunion Butt got us moving into the Alapocas woodland. It was a ball-buster. The sadistic Bunion and the Slutty old geezer really socked it to us. In a flash we were into some nasty shiggy. Endless patches of thorns that ripped our arms and legs, effectively converting the park into a huge bloody area. Our blood! Poor, innocent hasher blood! We had steep, muddy hills to climb up or slide down—asswise. The trail was loaded with endless sections of jagged rocks, multiple water crossings, and mud everywhere to grease the skids that took us from the thorny highlands down to the shore of the Brandywine Creek. Eventually, with hosannas and great rejoicing we arrived at Ye' Olde Beer Stoppe on some parking lot in the middle of nowhere. After a shamelessly overextended period of loitering and beer swilling, we struck out again onto a trail with more rocks, water, mud, and thorns. (Do we know how to have fun, or what?) With about an hour and a half of hashing under our belts (which Augustine failed to cut off, fortunately), we straggled back to the ON IN at our cars. The priestly duties were a cooperative effort of wannabe R.A.s as down-downs were administered to the hares and a few randomly selected sacrificial lambs. The Apres was at Scrimmage's Saloon up on Concord Pike. Good pitchers of Yeungling helped us consume great platters of tomato pie, Buffalo wings, and nachos. Crowded and noisy, but after the rigors of the Hash trail it was good to get back to beer-belly civilization. | |
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