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| Hash Number: | 1202 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1202 |
| When: | Aug. 16, 2017 |
| Where: | 2126 The Highway, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Cousin It Rack Attack Toxic Shock | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1202 When: Wednesday, August 16, 2017, at 6:30pm HDT Where: 2126 The Highway, Arden, DE 19810. Park in the lot across from Gild Hall. Who Hare: Toxic Shock, Rack Attack, Cousin It, and Famous Jack What Else: Apres is a short walk (2/10 miles) down the highway, Right onto Sherwood, 1906 Sherwood. Parking for Beermeisters and hares only Hash Cash: $7.00 Friendlies: Dog friendly trail and apres D’erections: From I-95 North, use Exit 10 (Naaman’s Road), ;eft onto Harvey Road, go about 7/10 miles, left onto Orleans Road (at a light), go 100 yards, Left onto The Highway, Park 100 yards on the right. From I-95 South, get onto I-495, immediately exit onto Naamans Road (Rt 92), go about 7 miles, left onto Marsh Road, go about 8/10 miles, ;eft onto Harvey Road at a light (note Grub Road is to the right), go 3/10 miles, right onto Orleans at a light, go 100 yards, ;eft on the Highway, go 100+ yards, park on the right | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butthead Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Do Me On the Beach Family Jules Famous Jack Kum On Inn Lost Boy Magic Carpet Ride Major Shit Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Runner Girl Slutmaster Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Thirty Sex Hours Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Triple Whore Score Up the Rear Vomit Comet Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay What What Mud in the Butt Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1202 So, the slobbering pack gathered up on not just any highway, but THE Highway across from Gild Hall in artsy-fartsy Arden, DE on a warm, soupy, mid 80-ish degree summer evening of Wednesday, August 6, 2017 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Slut Master, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Perfect Woman, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Vomit Comet, Triple Whore Score, Dancing Fool, Do Me On the Beach, Spunk Monkey, Toxic Shock, Kum On Inn, Mount Me, Just Chris, Lost Boy, Family Jules, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Rack Attack, Wishboneher, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Bumpy Beaver, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Butthead, Thirty-sex Hours, Just Wayne, Dead End, Major Shit, Up the Rear, Magic Carpet Ride, Woody, What-What Mud-in-the-Butt, Runner Girl and . . .? Our hares for today were Cousin It, Toxic Shock and Rack Attack, with two out of the three being present in the beginning, which made for approximately half a person having a clue of what was going on. We quickly took over the parking lot of a park in Cousin It’s new neighborhood with some suspicious locals wondering what riffraff had been allowed to infiltrate their otherwise quiet, trendy environment. We sipped our suds for a little longer than usual, since it took us a while to realize that no RA was present to herd the cats, so Pube inserted his GM authority and appointed our hash horn, Bunion Butt to RA in an attempt to provide some order to the chaos. Bunion blew his noise-maker and decreed that Cousin It should explain his and Toxic’s marks, which seemed pretty simple at the time, but as the hash turns, looks can be deceiving. Our virgin, Just Wayne was brought forth to be utterly confused by the scrawl on the ground of flour blobs, checks, falses a check-back of unknown number and a beer near. Some of these things were sure to be found on trail, while others … well … would remain to be seen (or not). And so, it was time to further disrupt the neighborhood by following the true-trail arrow and hopefully make it back while avoiding arrest, wild animal/human encounter or mortal wounding. On-On! We went around the Gild pool, which looked very inviting on this humid evening, but alas, a greater quest was upon us (to locate beer ??). We encountered a few checks in the surrounding neighborhood, one of which led us across a grassy field when Perfect Woman used his x-ray vision to identify a blob of flour on a far-away tree. We then headed into a lovely trail area which led us down to a creek with lots of big rocks and roots to navigate over. Major Shit and Pube took off while the rest of us discovered a Check-back 6.9 written in chalk on a large rock. After we had gone at least 6.8 marks back, we found some marks heading up a hill, a mark which appeared to be a tit-check and more marks leading uphill into someone’s back yard. While Woody invaded the neighbors’ yards in search of more marks, the rest of the pack dispersed across the hillside, but there were no marks to be found. Finally, Perfect Woman with his super-sonic hearing, identified Pube and Major Shit calling “On-On” from somewhere off yonder in the direction of where we had seen the Check-back in the first place. Turns out, Pube and Major Shit had not seen the Check-back, but fortunately for them, continued to find marks in the same direction. Also turns out, Cousin It had not thought it important to suggest that we ignore the Check-back, but simply left things to work themselves out naturally. On-On! Once we had picked-up the trail that we had abandoned earlier, we were led out of the woods into a roadside clearing where a Beer Near was marked. However, as we had learned earlier, just because something is marked, doesn’t mean it actually exists. Apparently, Major Shit and Pube had already scoured the area and had been waiting a while, but there was no beer to be found. Spunky didn’t think this was any surprise or any big deal, and simply produced 2 beers from his emergency waist pack for us to pass around while we continued to wait … and wait. Finally, the natives grew restless and figured that Cousin It had simply gotten lost in his new neighborhood on his way to the Beer Near, so we abandoned all hope and foraged-on. On-On! Cousin It’s ears must have been burning, for no sooner had we left, then his white Subaru drove by all of us on his way back to the Beer Near. Weird Al met him there and told him we had all left, before anyone could get back to attack his car for the beer. And so, we all watched in horror, with tears in our eyes as the beer again drove away and we were all fucked … again. On-On! It was a treacherous slog back with no beer to fuel our journey, but we managed to meander through some more neighborhoods, back through the woods, across the creek, through some orange ribbons that had also not been explained in chalk-talk and smack-dab into Cousin It’s backyard where he was standing there calling “On-On!” Cousin declared that this would double as the Beer Near and the On-In, and so we were finally able to enjoy the fancy beer he provided as we waited for the rest of the wanks to make their way back to his new abode. RA Wishboneher arrived just in time to find everyone eating before anyone had made any attempt to organize a circle. So in “if you can’t beat em’, join ‘em” style, she decided to run circle while we all continued to stuff our faces. Rack Attack eventually showed-up with some food, so the 3 hares drank for their shitty trail and Cousin It drank many times for fucking things up. Woody and Tinsel Tits drank for FRB and DFL respectively. Many interuptuses drank and were duly reminded why they had stayed away so long. Wishboneher, Rack Attack, and Dead End drank for being smart enough to auto-hash. Major Shit drank for being almost 21 and Family Jules drank for turning 21 again. What-What and Runner Girl sang us a song for being kind enough to visit us again and What-What got to drink again for being the only one to actually follow the tit-check. Our virgin, Just Wayne explained that his wife, Thirty-sex Hours had made him cum and was given his first down-down to celebrate making it back in one piece. Speaking of piece, Woody fucked-up his line again and we all got a piece of peace … or something. Before, during and after circle, we all enjoyed some burgers and dogs that Spunk Monkey took over cooking, some lovely salads prepared by Toxic Shock, some fancy desserts and cookies and all the fancy beer we could drink provided by our dear hares. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1203 this Wednesday, day #3 of Around the Hash in 7 Days.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |