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| Hash Number: | 1258 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1258 |
| When: | Sept. 5, 2018 |
| Where: | 144 Lantana Drive, Hockessin, DE |
| Hares: | Anal Drip Smells Like Hash Spirit | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1258 When: Wednesday, September 5, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: Behind Drip Cafe, 144 Lantana Drive, Hockessin DE 19707 Who Hare: Just Greg & Smells Like Hash Spirit What Else: Apres will be held inside the air-conditioned restaurant. Bring a flashlight or something, in case it gets somewhat dark on trail. Friendlies: Dog friendly? On trail, not at apres. Kid? Sure, why not? Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From Wilmington, take Rt. 141 South to Rt. 48 East to Rt. 41 North. Left on Valley Road. Left into Lantana Sq. Go behind the building, find the door labeled 144 Deliveries. From Newark, take Paper Mill Rd North. Make a Left on Route 7 (Limestone Rd). Turn Right into Lantana Square. Go around the building, find the door labeled 144 Deliveries From I-95, take the Route 7 North exit. Follow it for a long long time. Turn right into Lantana Square. Go around the building, find the door labeled 144 Deliveries. | Hashers |
| Anal Drip Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Groper Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp Night Deposit Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Purple Haze Shit Out of Luck Shuttlecock Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Wet Lay Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1258 So, the slobbering pack met up with the other vermin behind the dumpsters in the back of the Drip Café in the Lantana Shopping Center in our namesake, Hockessin, DE on a hot, muggy, near 90-ish degree evening of Wednesday, September 5, 2018 AD for the last Wednesday night hash of the summer. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Magic Carpet Ride, Shuttlecock, Shit Out of Luck, Do Me On the Beach, Wet Lay, Groper, Bunion Butt, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dirty Little Pumper, Slut Master, Wishboneher, Just George, Spit Bucket, Night Deposit, Dancing Fool, Cousin It, Perfect Woman, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Butt Lite, Skidmarks and ...? Our hares for today were veteran, Smells Like Hash Spirit and virgin lay, Just Greg who allowed us to gather behind his establishment since it was closed and we wouldn’t have the opportunity to chase any of his regulars away. Whilst we all dripped with sweat standing still behind the Drip Café, we hydrated on some ice-cold swill until all of the slobs eventually rolled their asses in. RA, Wishboneher circled us up nowhere near the chalk-talk marks that the hares had already laid, so they were forced to re-do them since no one wanted to move 20 feet. Just Greg explained that there would be tennis-ball chalk marks, checks without falses marked, a Beer Near and some new marks: 4 flour dots, which represented a “physical challenge,” one being a slalom soccer challenge and the other being a dizzy-bat-run-the-bases challenge where we were told we could not continue on trail until the challenges were accomplished. We were also told that we were to follow the Out marks to the Beer Near and the In marks back because the hares were kicked off private property while scouting and were too lazy to find anywhere else to go. And so, while we continued to drip with sweat, Just Greg allowed us to cut through the Drip Café to enjoy a few moments of air-conditioned loveliness until it was time to head out through the front door and look for marks ... and beer ... On-On! We explored the parking lot of Lantana Shopping Center for a looong while with everyone spreading out and trying to find the faint tennis-ball marks. At last, trail was identified going down a bike path on Valley Road where we found an arrow, but not much else. On-On! We kept the hares in our sites while we continued straight until we got turned-around in a parking lot and couldn’t decide if we were on the In trail or the Out trail. Eventually we found our way to the edge of a park where the first physical challenge was set up. Some of us kicked the soccer balls around the cones, while Pube played keep-away with one of the balls and Little Pumper mistook the set-up for a kids’ came and strolled on by. After this, we lost trail again and ended up running back-and-forth for a while until the hares got us back on track. Except for Dancing Fool, who was not seen after this point. On-On! We headed on-on into the bustling metropolis of Hockessin until at last we came upon the Beer Near at George and Son’s Seafood Market. Here we had some tables nicely reserved for us on the porch (and away from paying customers) and we were treated to many pitchers of Yuengling by one of the Georges. Here, Jewels passed-out at a table after too many late nights of whoring himself out again. And once we had our fill of the cold-sudsy goodness, Just Greg was nice enough to point us in the right direction, left down Lancaster Pike and back on trail. On-On! We followed trail into Swift Memorial Park until we came upon the baseball diamond where we were to embark on our next physical challenge, the dizzy-bat-run-the-bases. Unfortunately, the bats that the hares had left there were pilfered before we got there, but Pube found a piece of wood and Orgy-Porgy found a rake, so a few brave souls, including Pickle and Perfect Woman improvised and completed the challenge while everyone else simply shook their heads and strolled by. After the dizzy runners joined the lazy slobs, we head-ed back down Valley Road where we had a mile or so to go in the dark of night back to the On-In, where fortunately Dancing Fool was waiting with his not-so-roving full bottle of margarita mix waiting for us that he had intended to share on trail, but instead we had a few swigs while we waited for everyone to roll on-in. The hares nicely agreed to let us set up circle inside, so we drip-drip-dripped all over the floor of the Drip Café singing many songs, hurling many insults and engaging in other sorts of shenanigans. Wishboneher called the hares into circle who drank for their shitty trail that we dubbed “On-Hare” because we couldn’t find enough marks to let the hares out of our site the entire time. Pube shared FRB honors with Dancing Fool (who had manage to beat us back by about 45 minutes) and Dirty drank for DFL. Many interuptuses drank, including Dirty Little Pumper who had recently cum back from Florida and Magic’s dad, Just George, who someone tried to accuse of riding in a car during trail, but this could not be officially verified. Night Deposit drank for being a true auto-hasher because she looked way too clean and dry. Those who did or did not participate in the physical challenges were called-out and Shit Out of Luck drank for somehow hash-crashing on a mostly-pavement trail. Orgy-Porgy drank for being himself and those with dry lips finished-off the down-downs. Then, Just Greg was called into circle in an attempt for the pack to name him. After much arguing and near giving-up, the words “Anal Drip” were shouted over the din of the pack. Thus, Just Greg was officially named Anal Drip and Perfect Woman was called-up to stand-in for Woody and declare that we go in peace. Following circle, we were treated to a lovely feast of brisket sandwiches, potato salad, pasta salad, and fruit salad provided by Anal Drip’s chef. More beers were drank, much revelry was had, and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1259 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |