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| Hash Number: | 1111 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1111 - the All for One or One for All Hash |
| When: | Nov. 28, 2015 |
| Where: | 1204 Centerville Rd, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Cousin It Groper Rack Attack | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1111, the All for One or One for All Hash When: Saturday, November 28, 2015 at 3pm HST Where: Parking lot of Steve's Liquors, 1204 Centerville Rd, Wilmington (Prices Corner), DE 19808 Who Hare: Groper & Rack Attack Why: Too much turkey? Let's Hash What Else: Bring a Dry Bag Always!! Dog/Kid Friendly: Dogs must be on a leash if they are hashing. Apres, not dog or kid friendly. D'erections: From I-95, take the Rt. 141 North exit toward Newport. Take the Newport Gap Pike exit, Exit 5. Follow sign for Centerville Road. Go over train tracks, look for Steve's to the left. Call Groper, or Rack Attack, with questions. Numerology Note: It will take us another 21 years or so for us to get another hash with all the same # or 192 years to get to Hash #1111 See ya at both. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Butthead Cause for Blindness Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Flounder Groper I am 17 Cumming on 18 Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me Rack Attack Seen Your Panties She Likes It in the Benjamin Skidmarks Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1111 So, the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot of Steve’s Liquors/ Steve’s tavern off of Centerville road on the post thanksgiving Saturday of November the 28th, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Spunk Monkey, Dead End, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Mary Fucking Poppins, Blow My Sweet Toots, She Likes It in the Benjamin, The International House of Virgins, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Cribsnatcher w/ Mikey, Cause For Blindness, Flounder, Ass Hopper, Wetter the Better, Cousin It (who was almost basically a hare) w/ Famous Jack, Do Me on the Beach, Circle Jerk, Woody, Butthead, Just Justin, Mount Me, Butt Lite, Seen Your Panties, and many, many others. Our Hares of the day were Groper and Rack Attack with a little help from Cousin It in dropping the beer off at the beer stop. And we hung out in the parking lot for a while eating leftover halloween candy courtesy of Spunk Monkey, while we were waiting for this task to be completed. Our Hares gave us a rather complicated chalk talk that,maybe ... possibly, somebody might have paid attention to. And in great H4 tradition the first mark was in the opposite direction of where the arrow was pointing. On! On! Trail went over the the railroad tracks and under a bridge and out onto the street where we found a check and looked around for a while, for a mark, any mark in any particular direction. And then for the first of many times during that hash, Groper showed up and pointed us the right way. On! On! We ran through a backyard or two, then out onto a road, where we encountered an arrow that pointed in a direction of where the next mark was not. And then Groper caught up to us again. On! On! We jumped over a fence or two, and saw a fox. We ran behind a building and into downtown Marshalton Delaware, that is if you consider Marshallton to be a town. It kind of looks like somewhere a Stephen King novel would take place in, especially on a day like that where the sun wasn’t coming out. On! On! We waltzed through some shiggy behind a building that housed the now closed Ice Butler warehouse. Trail disappeared again, but IHOV found it out by the road, with the symbol for a Shot Stop being close by, with close by again being a very relative term. On! On! We followed the shot stop arrow across the bridge, taking the time to look under the bridge for a brief moment and seeing nothing. On the other side we found the shot stop arrow again, pointing roughly 50 degrees away from where the shot stop ending up actually being at. Knowing that Cousin It, who was close behind, knew where it actually was, yours truly waited behind to see where he would go, while Lost Penis and IHOV got themselves lost for a for minutes by going in the direction the arrow was actually pointing. Eventually however everybody made it to where the booze was and we enjoyed some Rum Chata, some hot cinnamon flavored whisky made by Jim Beam and a few brews for those who felt inclined, as we loafed about for a few minutes on the banks of the Red Clay Creek, watching a freight rumble down the very same line we were skipping down earlier. With their being one more beer stop on the schedule and with the sun going down sooner these days, the hares hurried us on the rest of trail. On! On! We went back over the bridge and on the road and through Marshallton a bit more before we ventured into Stanton, which is ass to ass with Marshallton. We ran through some shiggy and into a park, where we were chastised by a few winos for disturbing the peace. On! On! We found a check. And then yours truly, the FRB for that moment, followed Cousin It some more. We went back into Marshallton and cut through the yard of a church or two went back up the road and found a Beer Near mark across from the Hunters Den restaurant, where we were joined by Dead End, along with Woody and Butthead who showed up too late to catch up to the rest of the pack. We enjoyed our choice of Yuengling and Budweiser, along with the choice of the ladies and the men’s room, whilst admiring the taxidermined animal parts strewn up all over the place, before heading out again after our hare Groper gave us some more complicated directions. On! On! By this point the sun was completely down, and the rain was starting to trickle down a bit. We were joined on trail by Just Justin, who showed up even later than Woody and Butthead. On! On! Trail went out to Old Capital Trail, and most folks pretty much stopped looking for marks. AT this point we ran through the Shopping Center with the ACME on Centerville Road and followed that road back to point A, with yours truly, MFP being the first non-autohasher in, for the first time in a long time. Eventually everybody, except for the people we forgot about, made it back and the management of Steve’s Tavern had the good grace to let us hang out on their patio, whilst drinking our beer and running our circle. Our RA, Skidmarks, opened up the circle. Penalities and Awards were dished out, songs were sung. Yours truly drank for being first in. Blow My Sweet Toots drank for having blood on trail or almost having blood on trail, or something like that. The auto-hashers were all hiding inside the tavern so we couldn’t punish them. Our visitor, She Likes It in the Benjamin from the Richmond,Virginia hash, sung us a sweet new tune, and a couple other people drank for a couple other reasons. But seeing no reason to keep this circle going and going, announcements were quickly made and inside for the Apres we went. There we were joined by even more auto hashers, including Mount Me, Butt Lite, and Seen Your Panties. And so we enjoyed a fine spread of BBQ pulled pork, Baked Ziti, salad, coleslaw, cookies and brownies to go along with our beer. And I think I ate more there than I did at Thanksgiving. Someone selected some oldies but goodies on the jukebox and hashers pretended they we’re at Karoke night again. All and All it was another Shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1112 this Saturday, On! On! MFP | |