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| Hash Number: | 1105 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1105 - Going Down Hash #5 |
| When: | Oct. 17, 2015 |
| Where: | 2 River Place, Pennsville, NJ |
| Hares: | Bee Orgy Rug Burn | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1105, Going Down Hash #5 When: Saturday, October 17, 2015, at 2:00 pm *note the different time! Compromise between 2 different hash times Where: 2 River Place, Pennsville, NJ 08070 Who Hare: Rugburn and Bee Orgy Dog/Kid Friendly: Dogs, sure, why not. Dry bag - never a bad idea, but probably not necessary. Chairs would be nice. D'erections: From I-95 in Delaware, take I-295 N and cross the Delaware Memorial Bridge into Zoo Jersey. Stay right, take the exit for Rt. 49 East. Stay on Rt. 49 for a couple miles, and take a right onto Ft Mott Rd. Then turn right onto Industrial Park Rd and right onto Riviera Dr. Take the 1st right onto River Place. | Hashers |
| Ass Wide Shut Asshopper Bee Orgy Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Cousin It Do Me On the Beach Does It All F6 Famous Jack Fast Eddie Groper I am 17 Cumming on 18 Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Skidmarks Spermit The Wetter the Better Trail Order Bride Wet Lay | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1105, Going Down Hash #5 So, the slobbering pack met in some field near Groper’s house on the edge of the Delaware Bay in picturesque Pennsville, NJ for the first ever H4/GDH3 joint hash on an unseasonably cold, blustery afternoon of October 17, 2015 AD.Hashers I remember being present included: Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Trail Order Bride, Kum On Inn, Just Colleen, Ass Wide Shut, Just Justin, Just Rich, Fuck 5, Professor, Mount Me, Rack Attack, Blow My Sweet Toots, Sandy Penis Beach, Rug Burn, Bee Orgy, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Just Maria, Spermit, Groper, Circle Jerk with Fast Eddie, Do Me On the Beach and ... ? Our hares for the day were the Jersey-representing Rug Burn and Bee Orgy who had given their best pitch on how hashing on the other side of the bridge was somehow better. The natives were getting restless (and cold) as we waited impatiently for some beer, any beer to arrive to distract us from the damn wind. At long last, Cousin It graced us with his presence, which cause much rejoicing and zombie-like movements toward the long-awaited cooler. After being adequately “warmed” by the cold beers, we circled for chalk-talk at the behest of our RA, Skidmarks. He then instructed us to introduce ourselves to the members of the other hash present, some forgetting their names and where they were from, let-alone where they were at the moment. Once we were formally introduced and had forgotten each other’s names, Bee Orgy stepped forward to explain exactly what we would be doing today by throwing some flour on the ground and telling us to follow it as well as some blue chalk that may appear at some point. Having paid no attention, the pack wandered out into the field looking for some marks that would hopefully, eventually lead us to more beer. On-On! Fortunately, marks were located quickly and we soon found ourselves scampering or plodding through some woodsy, shiggy trails. Many of us would get up close and personal with many thorns on this day as we darted back and forth looking for marks on trees that would at times magically disappear, then reappear, only to disappear again with various “on-on’s” heard from every possible direction. Eventually, we found ourselves clawing out of the woods and down Industrial Park Road where some checks appeared, causing Circle Jerk to disappear and summarily winding us back through some neighborhood where one home in particular looked like Halloween had thrown-up in the front yard. On-On! Next, we somehow followed Skids and Ass Wide Shut, who tend to spout-off prematurely, into the woods where no marks, but plenty of thorns were found. Eventually, we found the opening we were actually meant to penetrate and worked our way through some more shiggy, thorny brush and out to a road. Turns out, said road was not actually on trail, but we followed it anyway, trusting our beer-senses (as well as the familiar-looking cars and Sandy Penis Beach mysteriously milling about in the woods) that beer was not far. Hey, whadayaknow – beer near! So, we attacked the beer while attempting to direct the late-cummers to stay on target and aim true to reach their destination. Beers were enjoyed by all, but all good things must eventually lead to more good things, as a shot-stop would be our next destination. On-On! On out we went, back to the road, then back in the woods, then back to the road, then back in the woods ... hey, wait a minute ... could it be that the smarter hares were fucking with the not-so-smart FRB’s? Turns out, the even smarter walkers just stuck to the road while laughing at the idiots voluntarily ravaging themselves in the thorny bushes. Silly wabbits. Soon, one of the smart hares drove by and told us not to follow, however this did not compute with Pube, who followed him anyway until there were no more marks and ... hey, wasn’t there a check back there? Indeed. As we ran toward the pretty water, some familiar cars were again seen to lead us to the much-needed shot stop. Beaten back by the fierce winds, we were soon warmed with Fireball and Rum Chata, which tasted a bit like heaven at this point. After we had gotten properly liquored-up and were soon to be heading for home, Just Rich was spotted cumming from the wrong direction, though he had no explanation and seemed not to give a fuck, as long as shots were still flowing. On-On! A delightful bonus to this shot stop was that the “On In” was in sight, just a leeetle jaunt down the road. So, back to the field we returned where red hoodies and various jackets were retrieved and we made our way back to Rug Burn and Sandy Penis’ house for circle and more beer. Accusations were thrown around and songs were sung. The hares drank for making us hash in Jersey. Pube drank for FRB and I have no idea who was DFL, but someone surely drank for it. Blow My Sweet Toots and Groper had the nerve to have birthdays and spend them with the hash, so they were given proper side-sides. Interuptuses drank from both hashes, but since GDH3 has only hashed 5 times, it remains a mystery how this could occur. Many drank for blood on trail, some drank for racist behavior and our visitor, Spermit drank for being from Pittsburgh (and also sang us a lovely song). Bunion Butt was able to get horny again, as his lost property was returned to him. And last but not least, Just Maria was fiiiiinally named “Done It All,” because apparently she has, and was properly christened with beer and potato chips. At last, the hash got a piece. Following circle, the pack feasted upon meatball sandwiches, many bags of chips and more beer as we basked in the glow of Sandy Penis Beach’s toasty fire and danced/sang to his pretty-hip playlist. Oh, then Wishboneher showed up out of nowhere, not missing an opportunity to crash a party. All in all, it was another shitty trail. Thanks again to our friends at Going Down H3 for sharing the love. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1106 this Saturday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |