Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:812
What:Hockessin Hash #812 - the Easter Hash
When:April 3, 2010
Where:191 Mercer Mill Rd, Landenberg, PA
Hares:-Mystery Hare-
Pickle Dick
Tinsel Tits
What: Hockessin Hash #812. the Easter Hash
When: Saturday, April 3, 2010 at 3pm
Where: 191 Mercer Mill Rd, Landenberg, PA 19350
Who: This weeks Easter hash brought to you by Tinsel Tits, Pickle Dick and a Mystery Hare. (hmm, perhaps the Easter Bunny himself ) ... So bring your Easter Bonnetts and Baskets and maybe a dry bag.
D'erections: Directions : From Kennett square area. Take RT 1 south and exit at the Toughkenaomon/London Grove exit and go left on Newark Road. Turn right on Baltimore Pike. Turn left on Penn Green Road then right on Mercer Mill property will be on right as you are going downhill. Parking on the lawn to the RIGHT of the driveway. From Wilmington area, take Rt. 41 north through Hockessin towards Avondale. Take a left on Penn Green Rd then right on Mercer Mill Rd. Maybe best to Google or use GPS if your coming from any other direction ...
Bunion Butt
Dead End
Devil Woman
Dirty Wet Pussy
Hanna Job
Larry the Unstable Guy
Lick It Clean
Lick Stick
Lost Penis
Mary Fucking Poppins
Mount Me
Perfect Woman
Pickle Dick
Senior Sex Toy
Stitched Up Tight
Takes it Any Way She Can
Tinsel Tits
Tub Slut
Up the Rear
Wet Lay
Hash Trash
So we had a hash, Saturday April the turd, 2010 A.D. The day before Easter Sunday. The slobbering pack met up on the front lawn of Lady Tinsel Tits in the normally quiet, sleepy, hamlet of Landenberg, PA. Well, minus the 4 wheelers racing and the gun shots.
Oh yeah, hashers present including ,but not limited to:
Dead End, Wickwacker, Groper, Slutmaster, Senior Sex Toy, Cribsnatcher, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Mount Me, Dirty Wet Pussy, Hannah Job, Up the Rear, Portaho, Takes it Any Way She Can, Devil Woman, Butthead, Tub Slut, Larry the Unstable Guy, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Mary Fucking Poppins, Perfect Woman, Licks it Clean, Lick and Stick, Just Tammy, Just Aileen, Just Jimbo, Just Kim, and many, many others.
Pickle Dick and Tinsel Tits were the hares.
So, after a while of hanging out on the front lawn, downing some brews, we are pointed in a general direction and off we go.
On! On!
We run across the patch of grass and mud that Bunion Butt got his truck stuck in earlier. We cut through some people's yards, and run around a neighborhood for a while. Some dogs start chasing the FRB's for a little while.
On! On!
We go up and down some hills, around some houses and some horses, but nowhere near a bar or any beer for a while.
On! On!
We run through some woods and some shiggy. We cross into the northeasterly part of White Clay Creek State park. We then find a check with five marks going up a really steep hill and then a false. True trail leads across the white clay, several hashers get hash crash while attempting a dry crossing across a beaver dam. The smart people wade waist deep through the raging river.
On! On!
We find hare Pickle Dick on trail, sunning himself on a rock. He gets our hopes up by telling us a beer stop is near by. Nearby can be very relative at this hash club.
On! On!
We run up and down the road for a while. We pass by several people hoping to catch something at the beginning of trout season. Eventually we find the beer stop on the back porch of a friend of one of the hares. We down some brews for a while, while some of us play in the creek backing up to the property, scaring all the fish away. Lick and Stick, somehow appears in the impassable bush across the creek and makes it to the beer stop. Tinsel Tits passes out plastic grocery bags for the Easter egg hunt that was ahead of us, and several hashers attempt to auto erotically asphyxiate themselves.
On! On!
We go up a hill for a while, gathering Easter eggs on the way. Shiggy and barbwire and fences are crossed. Eventually trail leads up to Mercer Hill rd, and back to the hare's house we arrive one by one.
Hashers circle up. Awards and penalties include, lots of hash crashing. Just Tammy almost gets named, but the group can't decide between several pretty good names.
Anyhow we oprey shortly after and enjoy some knockwurst and sauerkraut for a while before some of us head out to a bar and some of us enjoy watching Tinsel Tits old furniture go up in flames in a bon fire while the neighbors next store continue to race 4 wheelers and have target practice with real guns.
All in All it was another shitty trail.
Stay tuned for the next hash this Saturday,
On! On!