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| Hash Number: | 1230 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1230 |
| When: | Feb. 24, 2018 |
| Where: | 880 New London Road, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Major Shit Up the Rear | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1230 When: Saturday, February 24, 2018 at 3:00pm HST Where: White Clay State Park (Carpenter Recreation Area), 880 New London Road, Newark, DE. Who Hare: Up the Rear & Major Shit Friendlies: Trail - yes, apres - no Hash Cash: $7.00 D'erections: See here. Free parking. Call for directions | Hashers |
| Big Left Tit Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Major Shit Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Up the Rear Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1230 So, the slobbering pack gatheredup at the Carpenter Recreation Area of White Clay Creek State Park in wet andwild Newark, DE on another damp, gray, near 50-ish degree afternoon ofSaturday, February 24, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, CousinIt with Famous Jack, Dirty Wet Pussy, Big Left Tit, Just Corey, Mount Me, DevilWoman, Magic Carpet Ride, Do Me On the Beach, Dead End, Woody, Mary FuckingPoppins, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, and . . .? Our hares for today were the family affair of Up the Rear andMajor Shit who had given us good reason to get off our asses and cum out onanother bleak winter’s day in order to play in some mud puddles and hopefullyavoid any encounters from the infamous park rangers of White Clay who have beenknown to fuck with our fun in this area. While we discretely sipped on somebevvies from the back of the beermeisters’ cars, it was suggested that thehares might want to explain their marks eventually before the witching hour of5:46pm was upon us when the park would close its gates on us. Major Shit thentook it upon himself to meticulously take his time laying out the flour marksso that no hasher would be confused (by the hare anyway). We were told that 3marks was definitely “On-On,” so as hopefully not to further confuse (to noavail, as we would see later). There were also to be checks, falses, aturkey/eagle split, and the all-important beer near. Additionally, Major Shittold us to look for not one, but two pink ribbons together, which meant a checkand three pink ribbons together which meant a shot stop, of which we couldexpect two. One ribbon meant nothing, though some morons would undoubtedlyfollow them anyway. Major Shit then declared that all arrows were true, despitethe one he had just drawn which pointed in the wrong direction. Up the Rearremedied the situation by drawing one in the direction that we should go, sooff we all headed ... following Cousin It, who took off as FRB for 10 seconds afterbarely managing to avoid getting hit by a car pulling out of the parking lot. On-On! Onward and downward we traveled, past the amphitheater andcarefully down the very steep hill where PubeHeAteHer and Orgy-Porgy hadalready guessed correctly on a couple of checks. Until we reached the field atthe top of another hill where we fanned-out until Pube discovered 3 pinkribbons on a giving tree containing a bottle of Apple Pie Moonshine.. And so weimbibed whilst one-by-one the wanks rolled in and a civilian with a large dogwandered by, commenting on what a big group we had (perhaps because there wereno other idiots in the park today) while we attempted to stealthily pound ourshots. Up the Rear led us in an arousing hash song until it was time once againto find some marks, which were fortunately not yet washed-away by the spittingdrizzle. On-On! As predicted, some wanks followed some single pink ribbons,which of course were not part of trail, but eventually we found actual flourleading us around the edge of a field and down, down, down a woodsy trail wherewe crossed the creek, looked around for a while and finally discovered that themarks were cleverly placed on the back of the trees, just to keep us on ourtoes. On-On! The trail on the actual trail led us out to a paved path,where we banged a left and followed it straight-away up to the intersection ofWedgewood Road where Major Shit was waiting for us at the beer near andcelebrating his own personal victory of having fooled us at some of his checks(though knowing the hash, this is not hard to do). We sipped some suds for a while as wepondered the choose-your-own-adventure turkey/eagle split mark just ahead of uswhich pointed the turkeys up the road and the eagles up the trail. Up the Rear had apologized in the beginningfor some of the trail being “treacherous,” which apparently was yet to cum. So,after enough lolly-gagging, it was time to choose one’s destiny. On-On! If hills are not your thing, the eagle trail was indeedtreacherous, especially after a few special beverages. Up, up, up we climbed,reminded that Delaware does have at least one or two hills, until we reachedthe top and came upon a check. Some went right toward the road, while some wentstraight up another unnecessary hill, but no one went left in the correctdirection until we realized that no one had been on marks for a while and maybewe need to double-back to the damn check. On-On! Indeed there were marks where no one had looked and Pubecame upon the third and final ribbons of three where another bottle of flavoredMoonshine awaited us. While we all passed it around, inoculating ourselves fromany potential illness, we spread out on the rocks and enjoyed a lovely view ofMillstone Pond. Once we had our fill of the burning goodness, a few wanksheaded off in the wrong direction until Up the Rear was observed ‘in thefront’, suggesting that we might want to follow her if we wanted to make itback to the cars.. On-On! So onward and upward we went, where at the top of the hill,the On In was discovered and Orgy-Porgy was prevented from being FRB by Pube,who jumped out of the woods like a wild animal and attacked him. We were thenjoined by Just Corey across the field and back to the parking lot where LostPenis and Magic Carpet Ride had just been dropped-off by their Uber driverafter lubing-up at the Kennett Brewfest. And once the rest of the slobs rolled in, RA Mary FuckingPoppins commenced circle around one of the picnic tables at the park since noone was around to give a shit about what we were up to for once. Many accoladesand accusations were thrown around. The hares, of course drank for not havingenough mud or moisture of any kind on trail. Yours-truly and Cousin It drankfor FRB and DFL while the auto-hashers of Lost Penis and Magic Carpet Ride weremade to drink for already being drunk. Yours-truly and Magic were dumb enoughto forget about headgear, so drinks were drank again. Interuptus, Devil Womandrank for being away on her European vacation and she was joined by hare, MajorShit who drank for just being away and Just Corey who was just visiting. Woodydrank for blood on trail, and it was decided that although Dirty had some bloodon her leg, it was not enough by her standards to constitute a down-down. MFPdrank for bringing us shitty weather 3 weeks in a row and a few people drankfor dry lips until all the down-downs were sufficiently consumed. And Woody wasthen called-upon to deliver his “May the hash go in peace” line so we could getthe hell out of there before the thought police (or rangers) knew we werethere. Following trail, we headed over to Rackers where the harestreated us to pizza, subs and veggies and many, many more beers were consumedinto the night. And all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned forHockessin Hash #1231 this Saturday. On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |