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| Hash Number: | 810 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #810 - Philly Green Dress Run |
| When: | March 13, 2010 |
| Where: | 8th and Fitzwater, Philadelphia, PA |
| Hares: | Big Tackle Cause for Blindness Cunting Season Dirty Wet Pussy E=MyCockSquared Gomez Hold the Sausage Lyck Hymen Midnight Tranny to Georgia Rear Engineer Skidmarks Sloppy Ho Stacks Sternum and Rectum The Rash Up Her Ali Where's My Vagina | Message |
| This Saturday’s Hockessin Hash is the Philly Green Dress Run Signed up for the Green Dress R*n, yet? If not, what are you waiting for ... 1 - http://www.phillyhash.com/greendress/greendress.html or 2 - Respond to Facebook event or 3 - Email fuzzypls@..., on the list and take cash at the door. The most important thing is for me to know that you are coming by this Wednesday!! Saturday, March 13th – The St. Patrick's Green Dress Run 2:00pm - $35 - Vesuvio - 8th and Fitzwater in the Bella Vista Neighborhood Green Dress Run, Beer, Food, Prizes Sunday, March 14th – Liberty Bell Sunday Bloody Sunday Hangover Hash 11:00am - $5 - Casa Where's My Vagina - 912 Pine Street Any issues finding a bar over the weekend, contact Up Her Ali Don't Miss Out on the Fun! Your H3 Friends - PH3, H4, BFMH3, Full Moon H3 Weekend Hares: Midnight Tranny to Georgia, Hold the Sausage, Up Her Ali, Stacks, Dirty Wet Pussy, Gomez, Big Tackle, Cunting Season, Where's My Vagina, Skidmarks, Rear Engineer, Cause for Blindness, Sternum and Rectum, Lyck Hymen, Sloppy Ho, E=MC2, and The Rash | Hashers |
| Bare Assed Her Big Tackle Born to Fail Bumble Beaver Bumpy Beaver Can You Hear Me Now Cause for Blindness Cums and Runs Cunting Season Dancing Fool Deep Fried Dick Dirty Wet Pussy Does It All Dublin Dick E=MyCockSquared Gomez Groper Himalaya Hold the Sausage Holy Fuck Is that A Penis Lick Stick Lyck Hymen Major Piece of Ass Mary Fucking Poppins Midnight Tranny to Georgia One Night Only Oral Offender Panic Button Piss Cycle Rear Engineer Rear-end Wrangler Rug Burn Sascakatcha Snatch Scooby Snatch Skidmarks Sloppy Ho Snaps it Off Stacks Sternum and Rectum The Rash Two Clump Chump Up Her Ali Virgin Pimp Where's My Vagina White Trash | Hash Trash |
| So while this is still sloshing around in my memory: We had a hash, Saturday March the turdteenth, 2010 AD. This being the beginning of monsoon season for the mid-Atlantic area. Many of us brave the weekend monsoon to travel up 1-95 to meet up at Vesuvio's Bar and restaurant, at 8th and Fitzwater Streets, in the southern part of the Good Ole' city of Brotherly Love, to join up with our brothers and sisters from thePhilly/ BFM/ DC/ Baltimore-Annapolis/ Lehigh Valley hashes for the annual Filthy Green Dress run. Amazingly, this year, the Philly hash organizers succeed in finding a venue that was big enough for the 100 plus people that were expected to show up. As expected, hashers come decked out in their green dresses, bathrobes, togas, and kilts. With high heel shoes, wigs, funny hats and whatnot. Hashers whose names I remember, that I remember being present: Cums N’ Runs, Lick and Stick, Skidmarks, Himilaya, Big Tackle, The Rash, Cunting Season, Rug Burn, Rug Burns Daughter, Rear Engineer, Virgin Pimp, Sascakatcha Snatch, Snaps it Off, Can You Hear Me Now, Dirty Wet Pussy, White Trash, Cause For Blindness, Is that A Penis, Groper, Two Clump Chump, Mary Fucking Poppins, Deep Fried Dick, Bumpy Beaver, One Night Only, Sternal Rectum, Holy Fuck, Hold the Sausage, Major Piece of Ass, Piss Cycle, Oral Offender, Scooby Snatch, Sloppy Ho, Up Her Ali, Dublin Dick, BareAsster, Rear-end Wrangler, Bumble Beaver, Panic Button, Born to Fail, Dancing Fool, and about a hundred other people. There was none amongst the Almighty Philly hash who stepped up to hare the trail, so our boy Gomez takes care of that once again. And he gets a parking ticket in the process thanks to the new parking rules instated by Mayor Futter Nutter. Our RA, Skidmarks is already blind stinking drunk over an hour before the pack sets off on trail. And for a while we enjoy all the cans of PBR we can drink, trying to forget that we had to pay 35 bucks to go to this thing. We stare out the window of the bar, hoping in vain that the rain will let up for a little while before we go off on trail. At some point somebody blows the horn to let everybody know its time to go off on trail. And at some point, a while later, we do. On! On! We exit the establishment, and in about 3 seconds the Green Dress Run becomes the Wet Dress Run. On! On! We take a right down Eighth Street. On! On! We see a mark now and again, in green flour, I think, and there were a few Green ribbons. Since trail was laid in the pouring rain, the marks had a tendency of washing away. And with a bunch of hashers who were drunk before the run started and kind of inpatient about getting it over with and getting out of the rain, unsurprisingly ... On! On! Somewhere around the vicinity of the Italian market the pack breaks up, with different groups of hashers blindly following somebody who thought they knew where the trail was going. Though things were not quite as chaotic as the trail Cribsnatcher and Night Deposit laid in Trolley Square back in the summer of 2007. DWP, as usual, makes sure to jump in every single puddle she comes by. On! On! We run here and there and through the Italian market. As usual, cars and trucks beep their horns at the group of crazies running through the rain in their Saturday best. At some point most of the pack is alerted to a beer near at some Philly hasher’s patio, that there have been many beer nears at in the past. We enjoy some cold refreshing brews in the middle of the next down pour as 100 plus hashers attempt to fit under a gazebo that measures about 15' by 15'. Hashers take turns lifting up the edges of the gazebo to dump gallons of water on each other. The owner of the house, whose name I can’t remember, lets a few people inside, for he was well prepared with blankets and kitty litter spread out across the floor. A little while later the horn sounds again and ... On! On! We are off again on our own unmarked trail. Here and there we run. Yours truly follows some of the Philly hashers that are sober enough to find their way around the city and back to point A. As par for the course, we come across Dancing Fool who, as always, is running in the opposite direction of everybody else, picking up every aluminum can and plastic bottle he can find. Most of the hash arrives back at the Vesuvio bar around 4pm. As is tradition with the Filthy Green Dress Run, everybody hangs out for a while and starts eating before circle is called to open, because doing a down-down is so much more comfortable with a full stomach. Many people start changing out of their drenched green dresses. At some point, while I was downstairs taking a dump, our RA Skidmarks, and BFM RA Rear Engineer open circle. Impressively, they succeed in keeping almost half of the group interested. Rewards and penalties are dished out, and every 30 seconds our RA shouted "Shut the Fuck Up!!!" in vain. Meanwhile, we enjoyed rigatoni, chips and salsa, chicken fingers, and pizza, to go along with our PBR, and a shitty good time is had. Things maybe worth mentioning: - Skidmarks passes out in the basement. Several hashers took turns having their picture taken next to him. - Dancing Fool accosts some poor, vertically challenged dishwasher, who was about to throw all the empty PBR cans in with the rest of the trash. - I meet about 50 hashers who know my name but don’t know me. My name gets around more than I do, ... unfortunately. - As far as I witnessed, Cause for Blindness managed to keep most of her clothes on. I guess she now wants to set a good example for her granddaughter. - The babes from Hockessin take over the dance floor, chasing away the babes from Philly, until about 6:00pm, when the tab is closed out, and we are all chased out of the bar. - Some hashers go off to party at Holy Fuck's house on 22nd and Arch, and some people go to the Wooly Mammoth Bar on 5th and South to play some pool and get over the shitty trail we just had. Lick Stick and MFP, end up being the only members of Hockessin who make it that far into the night. - Rear Engineer falls out of his seat, literally. He spends about an hour sitting in a corner on the floor. I guess he gave himself one too many down downs. Stay tuned for the next shitty trail this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |