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| Hash Number: | 1238 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1238 |
| When: | April 21, 2018 |
| Where: | Delaware Technical & Community College, Stanton, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1238 When: Saturday, April 21, 2018 at 3pm HST Where: Delaware Technical & Community College in beautiful Stanton, Delaware Who Hare: Bunion Butt and Wet Lay What Else: There Will Be Water -- wet feet on trail likely – suggest a dry bag. Be cool with your beer with campus security. Friendlies: Doggie hashers A-Ok for the trail, but keep ‘em in the car for Apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: See here https://www.dtcc.edu/our-campuses/stanton/directions. From the north, take I-95South and Exit 4B (Rt. 7 North/Stanton/Churchmans Crossing) onto Route 58 Churchmans Crossing. Bear right at ramp fork and immediately turn right into Del Tech campus. Turn left at the brick entrance sign, find your way to the lowest & westernmost parking lot to your left. Park & Hash. From the south, take I-95North and Exit 4A (Rt. 7 South) Keep left at fork to continue onto Exit 4B follow signs for Rt. 7 North. Take Exit 166 for Rt. 58/Churchmans Road/Churchmans Crossing. Turn left at light onto Churchmans Road and immediately turn left into Del Tech campus. Turn left at the brick entrance sign, find your way to the lowest & westernmost parking lot to your left. Park & Hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Groper I am 17 Cumming on 18 Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Slutmaster Spit Bucket Toxic Shock Wet Lay | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1238 So, the slobbering pack met up in the lower, westernmost parking lot of Del Tech Stanton in Newark, DE for an edumacation in hashing from two veteran hares on a sunny, pleasant, near 60-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, April 21, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Do Me On the Beach, Groper, Slut Master, Mary Fucking Poppins, Dead End, Orgy Porgy Put-In-Pie, Toxic Shock, Magic Carpet Ride, Mount Me, Asshopper, Devil Woman, Spit Bucket, Night Deposit, I am 17 Cumming on 18, Jewel of Duh-Nile and . . .? Our hares for today were the legendary duo of Wet Lay and Bunion Butt who had bestowed us with much too sunny and warm a day for one of their hashes. Certainly no one was reminiscing of cold, wet winter days as we soaked up the sun whilst sipping on some tasty beverages, being somewhat careful not to attract the attention of campus security. RA, Mary Fucking Poppins asked that Bunion sound the hash horn that he never remembers to bring to circle us up for chalk talk, so he attempted some sort of rendition of a trumpet blat while we all assembled in some sort of circle-ish, amoeba shape. Bunion threw down his marks in a very even straight line and proceeded to tell us that half of these marks were not actually out on trail. But, we could expect the usual flour blobs, some checks, a Beer Near and who knows what else. Bunion did tell us that the Beer Near contained only 12 beers, so the DFL’s had better pack some for the road or risk being shit out of luck (or beer) by the time they arrived. He also advised that we respect the “Private Property” signs that we would be running through and suggested that we strap our shoes on tight or risk leaving them behind. And before releasing us to follow the true-trail arrow into the shiggy, Bunion pulled something out of his pants resembling a green ribbon and said, “oh yeah, there are some of these out there too.” So ... On-On! Spit Bucket led the charge across the parking lot, but nearly missed the left turn into the shiggy. Here we bid the pavement goodbye for the duration of trail as we headed deep into the scraggly mire of briars and muck. We quickly spotted flour on trees leading us through a landscape of fallen trees, dried-up streams and shoe-sucking mud. And since a lot of green stuff was beginning to sprout on the trees, the green ribbons were nicely camouflaged for us. On-On! After a mile or so of leaping, ducking and pulling our feet out of quicksand-ish mud, we came to the Beer Near on the banks of White Clay Creek giving us a lovely setting to enjoy those 12 beers as well as a bag of jello shots provided by our full-of-surprises hares. One-by-one the slobs dragged their asses in while Orgy, Pube and Spit Bucket tried to discover where the next leg of trail would lead. Before anyone attempted to boldly/stupidly venture across the water, Bunion said we would be heading “downstream,” but since the creek was tidal, who knew what direction that was. Wet Lay was also consulted, but said our guess was as good as hers, so Bunion nicely pointed us in the direction we should go, so ... On-On! We hopped, skipped and jumped (or slogged) through the next section of trail leading us through many green plants and yellow flowers by the side of the creek until it turned deeper into the forest again before spitting us out by Churchman’s Marsh Pond with a view of I-95 and the back of the Sheraton Hotel. Here we discovered an actual trail-looking trail which we followed too far as a few of us completely missed a hard right turn up a shiggified hill and had to double-back. On-On! So once we picked-up the flour on the trees again, we headed across some steep, muddy stream crossings, across many precariously laid logs and tried not to kill ourselves before reaching the On In where the shiggy met the parking lot. Pube had hidden himself behind a tree so that Orgy could become FRB and one-by-one we emerged from the bush, smiled and waved at campus security and headed back to the cars and most importantly, the beer. And so, our RA, MFP began circle in the parking lot where we discreetly arranged the down-downs on the ground like anyone drinking in a college parking lot would do. The hares drank for not having enough pavement, mud and bad weather on trail. Orgy-Porgy and Cousin It drank for FRB and DFL respectively. Late-cumming Lost Penis drank for auto-hashing to several creative verses of the El Camino song, while Night Deposit and I am 17 Cumming on 18 drank for interuptus. Though she was interuptus, 17 drank again for being a visitor and bestowed us with many songs from the far-away land of Richmond. MFP drank for always calling out the wrong numbers when trying to say 17’s name. Orgy-Porgy tried to accuse Pube of making him FRB and drank himself for his false-accusation. Groper and Night Deposit drank for being twinsies and again because Night Deposit hash-crashed. And finally, Devil Woman stepped in to screw up Woody’s always screwed-up line and at last, the hash went in peace. Following circle, we headed over to Newark’s version of MacLaren’s Pub where we enjoyed some tasty lentil chili, hot dogs and cookies provided by our hash chef, Wet Lay as well as plenty more beer, wine and other assorted beverages. Here we were joined by the late-cumming Jewel-of-Duh-Nile who made sure he arrived just in time for the food. And all in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1239 this Saturday, the outgoing orrificers’ hash. On-On! 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