I am too lazy to update the web side but back end is up to date.
| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 131 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #131 |
| When: | Jan. 1, 1900 |
| Where: | 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Hate Crime Rubber | Message |
| Nothing here yet | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| H4H131: The Nittany Valley 500th Prelube or Where's the Beer? Location: Newark, Delaware Number of hashers: 30 +/- Total time: less than eternity Trail rating: no comment, but where's the beer? Hares: Hate Crime and Rubber Weather: 100 % humidity and 85 degress with heavy overcast THE ONLY THING OFFENSIVE IN HASHING IS TAKING OFFENSE AT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS DURING A HASH. Most of us are here to get away from the stupid hypersensitivity of the kiss-ass business world. We're here to relax, run and socialize. It's okay to pound on the hares, especially for poorly laid trail. Beyond that, LAY BACK AND RELAX ! If anyone is incapable of abiding by these basic guidelines, then they need to find another activity. The hash started at the Deer Park Cesspool and Beer Recycling Center. Here we met up with the Blue Hen Children's Hash. A quick sign laying; perfunctory kiss, grope, three pushes and groan, was followed by two people trying enthusiastically to involve the rest of us in Father Abraham. This died an agonizing and prolonged death. Finally, we were given the call to trail. Beetle Dick and Mad Hattor were quickly on trail followed by Rosebutt and the rest of the hash. Across campus to and between the science buildings we quickly chased. Back to Newark Lumber and then to the East End Cafe for a quick rest and the first of only two beer stops. From here we chased up through the Newark Shopping Center and through several car lots along Cleveland Avenue. Shortly we were headed west on the only shiggy we were to know. Chasing around the Rodney Dormitories and Prison Compound we found trail to the Crab Trap. From here we were directed south to Park Place following a covered sewer. Once on Park Place, it was an easy jog to the Apres at the domicile of three reputed college males. This place even surpassed my sister-in-law's for orderliness and cleanliness. Most of us spent the Apres outside and decided not to see if our vaccinations were effectively working. Down Downs were performed with Mad Hattor being First In, five virgins, five fifth runs and one new shoes (and excellent tits) being drowned. The Apres consisted of beer, potato chips, pre-fab grease burgers and hot dogs. In other words, poor college folk food. Most of us are assumed to have left before partaking of more than a little beer and fellowship. | |
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| from web archive | |
| Files: | |
| 131-140.pdf | |