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| Hash Number: | 1283 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1283 |
| When: | Feb. 23, 2019 |
| Where: | 2275 Pulaski Hwy, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Mary Fucking Poppins | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1283 When: Saturday, February February the Twenty-Turd, 2019 AD, 3pm HST Where: In Historic Pencader Hundred. Specifically Glasgow Park at 2275 Pulaski Hwy, Newark, De 19702. Park in the far east parking lot, closet to Route 72, by the big hill. Heed not that detail and you may be a few miles away from the start of the hash. Why? Its the anniversary of the first day of the battle of the Alamo so if you want, dig out those sombreros and cowboy hats from other themed hashes. Who Hare: Mary Fuckin Poppins Friendlies: Not for On after/ Apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I -95, take the Rt. 896 Exit South towards Middletown. When you get to the intersection with Rt. 40, turn left (east) and look for the main entrance to Glasgow Park. Stay right and look for bad hombres. Cuming from the east on Rt. 40, Turn into the first entrance for the Park, look for a gathering caravan looking to invade Pencader Hundred. Hockessin Hash Receding Hareline: See our website -- hockessinhash.org --- to remind yourself of the list of upcumming hares. Laissez Les Bon Temps Hash!! Sweet Greets from Wet Lay & Bunion Butt! Upcumming Mardi Gras Hash is coming up 'bout 3 Saturdays from now. Specific March 2nd next month of March. Many hurricane booze-drinks, muddy trail, Loosiana Cajun grub & hurricane booze-drinks. Beads. Maybe titties.Available for purchase on Hash Day -- ARTISANAL HANDCRAFTED LONG SLEEVE TIE-DYED HASH SHIRT. Limited production. Designed & executed by Wetter the Better. | Hashers |
| Anal Drip Bunion Butt Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer RaidR Shop N Fuck Skidmarks Slutmaster Spit Bucket Up the Rear Wet Lay Wishboneher With Horns On His Tits Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1283 So, the slobbering pack met up in the far-easterly parking lot “by the big hill” of Glasgow Park in balmy Newark, DE on a cloudy, moist, low 40-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, February 23rd, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Wishboneher, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Spit Bucket, Do Me On the Beach, Skidmarks, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, With Horns On His Tits, Dirty Wet Pussy, Woody, RaidR, Slut Master, Up the Rear, Shop ‘n Fuck, Just Elliott, Dancing Fool, Anal Drip, Cousin It and . . .? Our hare for today was none other than the man, the myth, the legend, Mary Fucking Poppins who had his trusty umbrella close at hand, as the forecasted rain had cum a little earlier than predicted. This did not, however thwart a hearty pack of wankers from descending upon the oddly-populated-for-a-shitty-day park, though a few amongst us had some difficulty finding the only hill around for miles where our starting point was to be. Just-in-time RA, Wishboneher peeled in at the very last second and circled us up for chalk-talk while barely out of her car. She asked if the pack thought everyone should carry an umbrella on trail, since it was after-all a Mary Fucking Poppins trail and he is usually the only one allowed an umbrella. This idea received a decisive “No!” from the pack, so instead we attempted to listen to our hare present what we could expect on trail today while soaking up a nice splash of light rain. We were assured that trail was well-marked in orange flour with some checks, falses, MFP’s trademark Champagne Near, a Beer Near and a smudged arrow that was mistaken for a fish. MFP also informed us that while there was no turkey/eagle split, there would be a “horseshoe” which would have a similar effect. He also assured us that there would be no one sweeping, so we better pay fucking attention, and with that, we followed the true fish pointing us to the other end of the parking lot. On-On! We immediately picked-up marks on a paved path, which led up and over the big obvious hill, but some amongst us decided that they were too smart for that, so instead took the path around it. We hit a check with marks heading us straight down the path until we hit another check leading into the woods. At another check, trail continued straight and further into the woods where much muck and giant puddles awaited us. On-On! We hit some shiggy with many thorns and wound our way around in a wide loop, which we later realized was the “horseshoe” which had been foretold to us, as Slut Master, Wet Lay and several at the pack of the pack happily avoided all that mess. Soon enough, we came upon the Champagne Near with 3 bottles of peach or strawberry bubbly goodness. And so, whilst we whet our whistles in the wet woods, we watched the other wanks wander in.. Skids revealed a bloody streak which was located in a near-miss danger zone on his upper thigh. This wound was, however usurped by Dirty’s whose entire back left knee was hemorrhaging. We drank the 3 bottles dry and also enjoyed some Doritos, mudslides, and pink stuff in a bottle provided by Dancing Fool, who assured us that he had not found these items on trail today. And finally, we figured it was time to get-off, since MFP would possibly be wondering what the fuck happened to us, so .... On-On! Trail led us deeper into the park trails where hashers shared stories of hashing here when this was not yet a park and they probably did not have permission to be there. We hit lots of shitty mud with the wanks trying to guess the best way around, but ultimately getting their feet soaked anyway. Finally, trail spit us out onto the main paved path where we banged a right and tried our best not to run into all the millennials looking down at their phones playing Pokémon Go (I shit you not). On-On! At last, we hit the Beer Near which head-ed us into the parking lot where the hare was waiting with the cooler of shitty swill (thanks, Shop ‘n Fuck, by the way for drinking that shitty can of Twisted Tea that’s been in the cooler for about 4 months). Enjoy our beers we did on this damp afternoon whist watching some type-A runners go by and the type-D Pokémon Go people continue to wander by. Finally, MFP pointed us in the direction we should head while announcing, “If you see a check, please try to solve it!” And so, we head-ed toward the playground areas where Up the Rear had already chosen not to solve for X and was head-ing the wrong direction. On-On! We passed by some playground equipment, which Spit Bucket insisted we should use, so he slid down a slide into a puddle of water and crashed to the ground with yours-truly stupidly following after. Once we were even more soaked, we head-ed unto a field where With Horns On His Tit had picked-up marks toward the paved path on the other side. This led us straight back to the On In where were circled-up around Skids’ tailgate. And once all the wanks had made it back, Wishboneher started the singing, insults and further mud-slinging show. MFP drank for his shitty trail not being wet enough. Since our hare had informed us that today was the analversary of the battle of the Alamo, he had suggested that the wanks could dress up in sombreros or cowboy hats or other such themed attire if so desired. So those who participated, including Do Me, Woody, RaidR, Slut Master and Dirty all shared a drink. It was decided that Shop ‘n Fuck was the closest to looking Mexican, so he also drank whilst his son, Just Elliott enjoyed the shit-show. Spit Bucket drank for FRB and for looking the most like a terrorist or a homeless person whilst Dancing Fool and Cousin It shared DFL honors. RaidR rolled in just in time to drink for auto-hashing. Skids and Dirty drank for blood on trail and Spit and yours-truly drank for soaking up some fun on the playground. Those with dry lips finished the rest and at last, Woody twirled around and declared that the hash go in peace. Following circle we gathered up at Bank Shot for some pizza and plenty more beer, whilst also attempting to recruit the bartender into the hash. We were joined by the late-cumming Smells Like Hash Spirit, beer-festival attending Magic Carpet Ride and Lost Penis as well as the type-A, half-marathon running Runner Girl and What-What-Mud-In-the-Butt and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1284, H4’s anal Mardi Gras Hash this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |