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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 566 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #566 |
| When: | July 13, 2005 |
| Where: | Newark Interstate Industrial Park, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Moustache Rider Skidmarks | Message |
| What: Hash #566 When: Wednesday, July 13, 2005 at 6:30pm Where: Newark Interstate Industrial Park Who: Skidmarks and Mustache Rider (Long Drop) D'erections: From Wilmington/Philly: I-95 Southbound. Take exit for 896 North/Univ of Del. At the 3rd light (U of D stadium and TGIF Fridays will be in front of you) make a left onto Rt. 4/Rt 896. Go a little over a mile and take a left at the light, onto Elkton Rd. Go about a half mile and take a left into the Newark Interstate Industrial Park. Look around for hashers. Park and Hash. From Baltimore: I-95 North bound. Take exit for 279 North (Elkton Rd) toward Newark. After 3 lights, turn right into the "Newark Interstate Industrial Park". Park and Hash. Hash Notes: BRING A CHAIR | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| Hash Trash Hockessin HHH Run 566 13 July 2005 The Industrial Strength Hash This Hash started out with misdirections (naturally) to the Newark Interstate Industrial Park on Elkton Rd. At least we didn’t end up in Elkton, but a whole bunch of lambs pulled into the wrong place until a search party found them. So, y’all, just like the Yale Bulldogs sing: The Whippenpoofter Song From the point where Hashers gather and the shouts of “ON ON” start us out, Into the shiggy that we all love so well, see the Hashers all assembled With their beer cans raised on high and the coarseness of their belching casts its spell. We are short-cutting bastards who have lost our way Ohhh...Ohhh...Shit! Fat-assed Wankers who have gone astray, Ohhh...Ohhh...Shit! Fun-loving Hashers off on a spree, doomed from here to eternity, There is no hope for such as we. Ohhh...Ohhh...Shit! Well, our erstwhile (i.e., useless and confused) hares, Skidmarks and Moustache Rider, finally corralled those wankers who had gone astray and after a circle-up wasted more time, we were off trespassing around the Industrial Park, pounding long stretches of assfault, and streaking into the shiggy. Apart from a couple of small water crossings, there were no serious obstacles other that poison ivy and some “Bobwire” (old in- joke). So, after noodling around for over an hour, including two beer stops, our large pack of about 35 dawgs ON IN’d for an intensely religious ceremony ably mismanaged by Butthead. Down downs were administered to the hares (mainly for their 5K roadrace course they had us run), the baptism and naming of Homo—a very unkind name for a lovely young lady who had foolishly claimed that no one had made her cum to the Hash. Yeah, she came all by herself. Finally, Himalaya was punished for being married for 50 years. That is outrageous! Then it was off to the home of the hares for an Apres that left us well- stuffed with tasty casseroles, salad, brownies, etc. | |
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| Industrial_strength_Hash.pdf | |