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| Hash Number: | 1112 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1112 |
| When: | Dec. 5, 2015 |
| Where: | 4723 Concord Pike, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Rubber Ripper | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1112 When: Saturday, December 5, 2015 at 3pm HST Where: Catch 202, 4723 Concord Pike, Wilmington, DE 19803 Who Hare: Rubber Ripper What Else: High socks encouraged for some shiggy. Bring a dry bag always!! Dog/Kid Friendly: Not so dog friendly trail. Apres, not dog or kid friendly. D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 202 North. Go just under 4 miles, stay right, and the road for the bar is just after Men's Warehouse. It's across the street from the chain restaurant row. Park and hash. Call Rubber Ripper with questions | Hashers |
| All You Can Eat Bunion Butt Butt Lite Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Famous Jack Grandfather Cock Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Rack Attack Rubber Ripper Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Skidmarks Toxic Shock Wet Lay Whiskey Dork | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1112 So, the slobbering pack met in the parking lot of Catch 202 (a bar which we only looked at, but did not enter) on, you guessed it, Route 202 in Wilmington, DE on a bright, crisp, 50-ish degree afternoon of December 5, 2015 AD. Hashers I remember being present included: Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Dead End, Butt Lite, Sandy Penis Beach, Rugburn, Rubber Ripper, Groper, Devil Woman, Toxic Shock, Rack Attack, Circle Jerk, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cribsnatcher, Whiskey Dork, Grandfather Cock, All You Can Eat, Hare Today Gone Tomorrow and ...? Our lone hare for the day was Rubber Ripper, who was actually a virgin hare to H4 and hopefully knew what he was doing after having asked the Hare-raiser at lease 20 questions this past week about protocol, procedures and other big words that no one in this hash understands. After we enjoyed a wide assortment of refreshments flowing from Cousin It’s trunk, the hare informed us that he had somehow half-assed the trail, so would be live-haring the first part. He further peeked our curiosity with his chalk talk, which included a shot check (yay!), beer near (yay!) and a CL (huh?). CL we were informed was something new ... a “Conga Line” check, meaning we had to form a Conga Line and sing a song, inviting any passers-by to join in the revelry. Intrigued and nearly ready to go, we were then informed by our RA for the day, Skidmarks that the hare needed a 10-minute head start and that we should spend the time wisely by drinking more. A most fantastic idea, indeed. So, after approximately 7 minutes and 69 seconds, we figured it was close enough and we were off! On-On! Through the parking lot we wandered with Crib serving as FRB for about 30 seconds. Our hare was kind enough to leave us fairly obvious marks, save for the arrow directing us to cross 202, which took us a few moments to locate and a few more moments to accept as correct. After we managed to successfully cross and avoid getting mowed-down by any overzealous shoppers, we came across a check which some of the wiser slobs realized must be taking us to the trailhead of Brandywine Park ... who said “head?!” Not too far after passing said head, we came across a 3-way ... intersection, that is. Having to know that trail would go right, left or straight, the wankers decided to only check straight and right, because it couldn’t go left ... right? Actually, according to Murphy’s Law, it did, which gave the walkers time to cut around and catch up to the mass confusion. On-On! A few steps in the right left direction led FRB, Whiskey Dork to the first Jolly-J stop (containing 2 shooters) which he got to run all the way back to DFL, Bunion Butt and share a toast to health, happiness and hooters. Next came a check at a creek crossing, however the again thoughtful hare allowed us to stay dry, for just around the bend was a shot check. Much rejoicing occurred until the top was removed ... from the plastic bottle of high-quality rum, sending forth some potent fumes from the contents that could probably have cleaned an engine. Nevertheless, we partook and probably inoculated ourselves from any potential infectious diseases for the next 6 months. On-On! Trail continued, but for a moment when after we went right at the next check, the hare was waiting with beer at the BN. Again, there was much rejoicing that we were soon able to drown out the taste of the high-quality rum with some even higher-quality PBR’s. Circle Jerk graced us with his presence, of course cumming from the opposite direction again. The FRB’s decided there was no rush to leave the fine beer and loitered around for a while, while the impatient slogs lumbered on. Suddenly, Devil Woman came running back with the other Jolly-J, which she shared with Wet Lay who continued to loiter with the rest of the lazier wankers. Finally, the pack began to slowly straggle out into the woods for the day was shrinking ... like a cold, shriveled ... On-On! Trail then came to a check where the FRB’s found the walkers milling about and All You Can Eat asking, “does 3 mean on?” Indeed. We were then led out of the park to a paved path around a community park, which the smarter hashers cut through. Next we found ourselves going back across 202 into a shopping center parking lot where marks finally led us to the much-anticipated CL. After waiting for some other wankers and yelling at Toxic Shock and All You Can Eat for trying to continue on trail, the wankers present grabbed each other’s hips and kicked up their heels to a rousing rendition of “When My Cock Was In Her Mouth ...” Since we could only manage to remember one verse, we continued on down 202 and into Widener Law School which, it was noted by Skidmarks and Whiskey Dork, that it was also the residence of the hare. So, off on a campus tour we went until we ended up at some apartments where the hare was throwing down another shot check. Much rejoicing was to be had again, as the parking lot from whence we came was within 500 feet. On In?? After the pack managed to stagger back to the parking lot of the bar that we were not going into, Skidmark commenced circle and some accusations and songs were flung about. Rugburn and Circle Jerk were given the honors of FRB’s after a nearly unanimous vote. Wet Lay was given DFL honors out of principle, as well as a proper side-side for her birthday. Visitors Whiskey Dork, Grandfather Cock and Hare Today Gone Tomorrow sang us a “new” song that we all knew while Pube drank for auto-hashing after nearly destroying his foot this week at his dangerous teaching job. All You Can Eat was the longest-away and drank with the other interuptuses. An finally, the hare drank for his high-quality rum and laying a shitty-ass trail. At last, the hash got a piece. Following circle, the pack decided that Catch 202 would not do, so we migrated to Famous Jack’s instead for pizza and many, many more beers. Woody and Mount Me decided to grace us with their presence and all in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1113 this Saturday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |