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| Hash Number: | 551 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #551 - The Pureland* Hash |
| When: | April 2, 2005 |
| Where: | 403 Heron Dr, Swedesboro, NJ |
| Hares: | Groper Penis Colada Roadkill | Message |
| Hockessin Hash #551 - Roadkill, Groper, Wishboneher and Penis Colada SATURDAY, April 2, 2005, 3PM, TBA Hockessin Hash #551, The Pureland* Hash Roadkill, Groper, Wishboneher and Penis Colada SATURDAY, April 2, 2005, 3PM, TBA Welcome to the wetlands of Zoo Jersey. If you cum via Commodore Berry br. take 295 S. If you cum via Del.Mem.Br. take 295 n. either way, go to exit 10. If you cum by hand, stay home and enjoy yourself. At exit 10 go west (for the directionally challenged that's back toward the Delaware river) about 1/10 of a mile. That's the first entrance to Pureland industrial park, there's a traffic light the street name is Heron, go left ~1/4 mi. park in lot on the right side, 403 heron Dr. Bring along a drybag & chair if you want to sit dry and comfy........on on!!! *Note what date it almost is. Can hashers ever really go to a "Pure" place? Remember, "tried to get to heaven, but ...". Well, besides metaphorically speaking, Pureland really is an oxymoron (ewww two big words in one sentence - right, I must drink more beer). I remember Pureland being a typically nasty Zoo Jersey territory full of vile stuff, a great place to hash. | Hashers |
| Bunion Butt Butthead Circle Jerk Cribsnatcher Crusty Calves Cums Early Dead End Deadhead Delinkwent Devil Woman Gomez Groper Himalaya Hot Pants Jump Start Penis Colada Roadkill Rosebutt Toxic Shock Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash Hockessinn HHH Run 551 2 April 2005 The Jersey Flood Hash Brutal weather! Nonstop icy rain driven by 35 mph winds kept most of the hounds in their cars until it was nearly time to put on our swim fins and hit the trail. Amazingly, about 23 crazed hashers sailed into the parking docks of the Pureland Industrial Park in south Jersey. Our hares, Roadkill, Groper, and Penis Colada remembered the beer and so they were forgiven for not providing snorkel masks and scuba gear for the trail. They told us to bring dry bags, but what we needed were bathing suits. This was a storm that ranks up there with the worst in our 10 year history. The band of fools who turned out deserve packets of high grade fluff to fill their skulls where brains are supposed to be. These loonies were: Dead End, Crusty Calves, Toxic Shock, Delinkwent, Rosebutt & Daughter, Cribsnatcher, Bunionbutt, Himalaya, Gomez, Deadhead, Jump Start, Circle Jerk, Devil Woman, Hot Pants, Wishboner, Cums Early, Butthead, and apologies to whomever I missed. So it was that this hardcore, brainless band moved out into the storm and were immediately confronted with crossing a swollen stream that had us up to our asses in swirling, muddy water. Then we were on trail for almost an hour with no beer stop! (The beer probably went down with the Yeungling supply tanker somewhere out there in deep water). We slogged up and down huge piles of ankle-deep mud and it was worse than the usual obstacles of thorns and heavy shiggy in Delaware’s deep woods. Eventually, we all gathered, wet and frozen, for a rapid series of down-downs for the hares and the seafood bounty of flounders, trout, crabs, and octopussies that floated in on the tide. At this point your chicken-hearted scribe, worried about night driving and road floods, ran off with his tail between his skinny legs and missed the Apres the hares had set up down in Penisville. It can only be assumed that it was a good one. Make Me feel like a woman On a recent transpacific flight, a plane passes through a severe storm The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?" For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then an Aussie bloke stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with sun-bleached blond hair and blue eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt ..........One button at a time. ..........No one moves. ..........Everyone is transfixed ......He removes his shirt. ..........Muscles ripple across his chest. ..........She gasps.............He whispers... "Here ya go luv - iron this and then go get me a beer...." | |
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