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| Hash Number: | 1098 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1098 |
| When: | Sept. 2, 2015 |
| Where: | 12 Penny Lane, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1098 When: Wednesday, September 2, 2015, at 6:30 HST Where: Dirty's house, 12 Penny Ln, Newark, Delaware 19702 Who: Dirty Wet Pussy Kid/Dog Friendly: Ok, but I can't be responsible for what they may see or hear at the hash. Dogs should be ok on trail, but I don't know where trail is going yet. Back yard is fenced. No dogs in house. D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 4/Rt. 273 East towards Dover, turn right on Old Baltimore Pike, go about 1 mile and turn into Norwegian Woods on your right. Take the first left (Winding Rd) then take the first right (Penny Ln). Park and look for hashers around back of house. If you need further directions Google it or call dirty What Else: Bring chair, bug spray, and as always, a dry bag is recommended. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Beastialidocious Butthead Cousin It Cowpoke Cribsnatcher Dead End Dick Fingers Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy I am 17 Cumming on 18 Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Narcigism NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Trail Order Bride Vaseline Alley Woody Woodpecker Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1098 So the slobbering pack, gathered up for the second to last summer Wednesday hash of 2015 on September the 2nd after 6 something in front of the abode of a certain GM on 12 Penny Lane, New Castle County, DE. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dead End, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Slutmaster, Cousin It, Narcigism, Perfect Woman, Woody, Cribsnatcher, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Dick Fingers, Trail Order Bride, Kum On Inn, Butthead, BeastieAlladocious, AssHopper, Wetter the Better, Yeast Infection, Cowpoke, Blow My Sweet Tooth, Just Tyler, Mary Fucking Poppins, Vaseline Alley, The International House of Virgins, and many, many others. Our hosts of the day were our GM Dirty Wet Pussy and hubby Mike the Dark Roast Beast, but our mystery hare was the not so mysterious and still underage Dirty Little Pumper. Seeing that the sun was going down faster than it was a month ago, the pack got ready to leave a little earlier than usual, as our RA Skidmarks circled us up in DWP’s driveway and DWP commenced a most complicated chalk talk for our virgin Just Tyler as our late cummers arrived and while Cribsnatcher made a brief appearance to drop off something. Now those of us who paid attention, which might have about 2 people, were informed that trail was marked in many different fashions, from white flour to pink chalk to blue chalk to yellow chalk to orange ribbon, but if we came across 2 long orange ribbons before we made it to the beer stop it was a sign that we had gone too far too soon. And with all that information going in one ear and out the other we prepared our selves for what we knew was going to be another adventure. On! On! We find marks going up Penny Lane and out to Norwegian Woods drive and then go into the Buckingham apartments for a little bit with us losing trail then finding it again several times.Trail took us through the woods then to a check which helped the slow pokes catch up for the time being. On! On! After misleading ourselves Pumper re-appeared and hinted at the direction trail was going some of us leap over a creek and some of us waded through it. But this trail certainly would have been a lot more wet, had it rained at all during the past few weeks. On! On! We came out to a field and a complex owned by Comcast with most hashers not noticing the check they walk over made with fading blue chalk. Most of us followed a very long false before being re-directed by Pumper again. On! On! Trail went up an abandoned road and up a hill, then back into the Norwegian woods neighborhood where we were joined on trail by the late cumming PubeHeAteHer who got stuck late at meeting at the school he works at. Eventually we also came across DWP who just got done dropping the beer off at the beer stop and wanted to see how many of us were late by this point. On! On! With the sun rapidly going down, we went back into the woods, across a dry creek bed or two, until we found a beer near mark, though near, in this case, was a very relative term. Upon so, we found marks leading to a drainage tunnel that went under I-95, and if I was I DWP, I would probably put the beer in that tunnel, though in this case she put it almost to the other side of it. On! On! We skipped though the deep dark tunnel that had maybe 1 or 2, or at its deepest 3 1/2 inches of water in it. But that was still too much for the aqua phobic Woody, who I kid you not!, chose instead to run across I-95 above to get to the beer without touching the water. And he did it again on the way back, and somehow didn’t end up dying. Anyway for a few we enjoyed our brews for a few minutes as the sun was pretty much down and those of us who had the sense to bring flashlights or headlamps broke them out quickly. On! On! Those who braved, knowingly and not, the eagle trail followed the orange ribbons which went in a big circle through the jungle back to the beer stop. While about half of us decided, very wisely to finish our beers. On! On! Now that the sun was complete down, we went back through the drainage tunnel and found the last leg of trail past the 2 long orange ribbons we were warned about during the chalk talk. On! On! Through the woods for a while we went, and I kept expecting the Blair Witch to make an appearance Trail went out back into the neighborhood, and Ass Hopper with some encouragement from Necro and MFP, bolted ahead to take the rare opportunity to be first in for Pube was still back there in the deep dark woods. And Ass just made it in by a nose. And so we were joined back at point B by a variety of auto hashers like the late cumming Butthead who tried to go on trail long after the pack left but got scared and went back to point A. Also we had the late getting done at work Beastiealladocious, Wetter the Better, Smells Like Hash Spirit and Dick Fingers, and possibly some other people I forgot about. Vaseline Alley was the last to drag himself back to point A, and, amazingly, Woody made it back across I-95 without getting hit by a car, and Cousin It didn’t get lost. We eventually circled up on the back porch. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Our hares drank a bunch of times and so did our visitors from Virginia, Cowpoke and Blow My Sweet Tooth. Half the pack remained seated and engaging in casual conversation during the circle, but our RA Skidmarks let most of that go this particular time. After circle was closed we enjoyed a hot dog bar, for lack of a better term with a great variety of fixings and directions with pictures of how to assemble various styles of hotdogs. Along with that we also had salad, coleslaw and some tasty potato dish with bacon in it. But all and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1099 this coming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |