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| Hash Number: | 765 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #765 - the First Wednesday Hash |
| When: | May 6, 2009 |
| Where: | Rogers Manor Park, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Mount Me Son of a Ditch Up the Rear | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #765, the First Wednesday Hash When: Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 6:30PM Where: Rogers Manor Park, 471 Moores Lane, New Castle, DE (if you do a Google Maps Street view, you'll notice the po-po in the park) Who: UTR (aka Up the Rear) and Son of A Ditch Why: Because it is "seis de mayo" ... Harrisburg Hershey may have "had" their stinko, but we get seis ... which sounds like sex, sort of, if you are drunk and a little slurry when you say it ... so let's get drunk and slurry! D’erections: From I-95, take I-295 toward New Jersey ... but quickly realize that you don’t wanna go to New Jersey ... and then veer onto the Route 9 South exit towards New Castle. Follow signs to Rt. 9 south (which involves taking a slight left onto Cherry Lane). Turn right onto New Castle Ave/Rt 9 South. Go 1.5 miles and take right onto Moores Lane. Go ~0.3 miles and the park will be on the right (Citco on left). Park and Hash. Lost, dazed, or confused, call UTR or Son-of-a-ditch | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butthead Circle Jerk Clit Clapper Cribsnatcher Dead End Deadhead Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Family Jules Free to Lay Groper Itchy and Scratchy Lick Stick Lost Boy Mary Fucking Poppins Miss Pissylvania Mount Me Port-a-Ho Rug Burn Seen Your Panties Skidmarks Son of a Ditch Stun Gun Toxic Shock Up the Rear Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wickwacker | Hash Trash |
| The hash trash is back ... for H4 Hash #765 So there we were for the first hash of the summer hashing season of 2009 AD The slobbering pack met up at Roger Manors Park in an area known as Newest Castle. Where we enjoyed for a, short period a few cold yuenglings and a few warm modelos and some fruity wine product called Sangria. The only shelter the park provided from the elements were those little green sheds named after somebody called “John”, so a few hashers spent some time in there before the start of the run. Hashers Present: Port-A-Ho, Stun Gun, Dead End, Cribsnatcher, Itchy and Scratchy, Lost Boy, Family Jewels, Skidmarks, Dirty Wet Pussy, Miss Pissylvania, Wickwacker, Groper ,Rugburn, Wired Al Spanks the Bitch, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Dead Head, Senior Panties Butthead, Devil Woman, Asshopper, Toxic Shock, Lick and Stick, Clit Clapper, Free to Lay Son of a Ditch, Up the Rear, and Mounts Me were the hares. So since the sun appeared to be going down rapidly and the pack feared the upcoming rain storm we broke a major guide line and started the hash 15 minutes early HST, or about 6:37 ST. On! On! We ran to the back of the park in the directions of power lines and railroad tracks until we found trail in the field that led to a swamp. Up the Rear was the sweeper for a bit. On! On! The swamp led out onto a road which led to some railroad tracks then led to the back of some industrial complex. On! On! We ran through some more woods and then did a u turn in the middle a graveyard that the Hockessin Hash seems to include in every single New Castle hash it ever has. Trail, of course eventually led down by the good ole' Delaware. It seemed to be the exact same trail that I go on every time I go on a hash in New Castle, except ... HA! The beer stop wasn't in one of the usual places. No it wasn't down by the boat dock or over at the River Front park or in front of some ones house we knew. No it was down the street from all these places. Good Job Hares!! Almost everybody had to go on most of the trail to find it. The hares made us drink our brews in a hurry, before the sun went completely down, cause they assured us that the trail was 3 or 4 hash miles longer. On! On! Trail went back into the woods and out to the street and back to the woods again. Son of a Ditch had to lead the pack back in the right direction from the wrong direction cause that's what happens when you split the haring duties up. On! On! The trail went onto an endless gravel path that the motor bikers like to tear up so they can run over hashers. Oddly enough, trail was marked rather well from that point on. MFP kept trying to blow the hash horn but it appeared that he, Rug Burn and DWP left most of the pack in the dust. Near the end of the trail the 3 FRB's hear those famous words “On! On!” by somebody traveling towards them in the opposite directions. Who do we find cumming lately? Our newest Jersey Girls, Clit Clapper and Free two Lay who showed up to the hash on time, but after everybody else left, and had to follow trail backwards. On! On! The rest of the pack eventually dwindles back to Mr. Roger Manor's park just as the expected rain storm commences we circle up, penalties and awards given. Skidmarks announces a lottery drawing for the privilege of cutting off his hair. We on after at New Castle's most famous dive bar, J.B. Mcguinness's, formerly Gators, formerly the Cody Tavern, formerly the 4 and 1 club. Here we enjoyed pitchers and pitchers of beer, meatballs ,hot wings, watching the Philly's lose again, and …. American Idol!!!!! Yes most of the pack seemed to be captivated to see which never will be would get booted off the show. All in All it was another Shitty Trail. Stay tuned for the next Hockessin Hash, this Wednesday. On! On! Mary Fuckin Poppins | |