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| Hash Number: | 989 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #989 |
| When: | Aug. 14, 2013 |
| Where: | 235 Whitehorse Lane, Kennett Square, PA |
| Hares: | Spunk Monkey | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #989 When: Wednesday, August 14, 2013, at 6:30pm Where: 235 Whitehorse Lane, Kennett Square, PA 19348. http://goo.gl/maps/dWq7S In the back lot. Who: Spunk Monkey D'Erections: Maybe best to use your GPS, or google maps/bing maps/mapquest on this one since the best way is really dependent on exactly where you're coming from. One tip, if you're coming in on Route 1 from the east to reach Kennett Square, don't go on the Rt. 1 bypass, go on Baltimore Pike toward downtown Kennett Square. What Else: If you scared of the dark, bring a headlamp. | Hashers |
| Amber Alert Asshopper Beastialidocious Bunion Butt Butt Lite Butthead Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Famous Jack Gizz Specialist Lick Stick Licks His Own Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins N'aybe I Should Cum on Time Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Slutmaster Sporto Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Toxic Shock Two Buck Fuck Wet Lay Wickwacker Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #989 So the slobbering pack met up in the back parking lot of that office complex that Spunk Monkey works at around 200 something White Horse Lane in the stink capital of the northeast, Kennett Square PA. Good thing many of us remembered how to get here from the hash we had last year, for the first set of directions the hare linked us to were in Japanese, and the second sent you to the truck parking lot on the other side of the bushes from the place. Hashers I remember being present (since I forgot to ask Dead End for the list this weekend): Dead End, Cribsnatcher, Lost Penis, Dancing Fool, Slut Master, Cousin It with dog Jack, Two Buck Fuck with that always pooping dog of his whose name I forgot, Licks His Own, Mary Fucking Poppins, Toxic Shock, N’aybe I should Cum on Time, Giz Specialist, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Lick Stick, The Hasher Formerly Known As Schporto, Devil Woman, Butthead, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Tits of Steel, The International House of Virgins, Beastiealadocious, Amber Alert, Woody, Pickle Dick, Tinsle Tits, Perfect Woman, Butt Lite, Wick Wacker, Wishboner, and many, many others. Our hare for this week was Spunk Monkey who swore up and down he had freshly hared that trail around 2pm earlier that day during his lunch break. He gave us a chalk talk, with no chalk or marks other than the arrow he laid down, and we were off. On! On! We ran to the end of the parking lot and found and arrow pointing into the bushes, we went through the bushes and out to the road where we found a mark, or two or maybe even three, and then …..nothing. Our hare catches up to us and tells us this is the Turkey Eagle split, and that the marks must have blown away or something. The Turkeys mosey on down the road, and us eagles go down a hill and do some trespassing or so. On! On! After making use of a conveniently located port john, we go through some sort of mushroom harvesting equipment depot, whilst being bathed in the mushroom soil aroma all around us. After being in it for about 10 minutes you can’t even smell it any more, I guess that’s how people can live there. On! On! We come out onto a road, and find a check, and don’t find marks in any direction. Eventually Spunk Monkey catches up to us, and hints its down a gravel road, where we eventually find marks, that had been run over and had gravel kicked over them a few dozen times. On! On! Trail takes us down some railroad tracks, and it’s on the tracks we go for quite awhile. Some of us skipping down the railroad ties looking like tap dancers whilst trying to avoid too much impact on those uncomfortable rocks. On! On! After quite a while we finally get off the tracks and find a check. Amber Alert takes the wrong way again, but eventually catches up this time instead of getting lost. Beastiealadocious, goes another wrong way for, quite awhile, but also eventually catches up. I find true trail going up through a nearby development. On! On! We run up a hill past houses and bewildered residents who know that’s its now happy hour, but don’t where the bar is. We catch up to those Turkeys who are moseying up the trail. Our frequent FRB, Licks His Own is about a mile ahead of the second closest hasher and is the only one who runs the check back that Spunk Monkey cleverly laid. We, or should I say he, finds true trail soon enough going off to the left, and the group was kept well enough together, a rare occasion as that is, that everybody could just blindly follow and still stay on the trail. Well, almost everybody. On! On! We go out the development and into another, but not before Cousins It’s dog Jack picks a fight with another dog out of his weight class. On! On! We go down a hill and see and arrow into the dark forest where we find the BN symbol by a fallen tree and a garbage bag full of ice cold Miller Highlife. Us non beer snobs enjoyed our brews whilst those who think themselves too sophisticated for the Champagne of Beers looked on thirstily. Keep in mind there are only 4 Wednesday hashes left folks, and after that Perfect Woman will hand the Beer Meister duties back to Spunk Monkey who plans on keeping his campaign promise of only stocking the hash coolers with Highlife and PBR. If any of you beer snobs can’t stand that so much that you’d be willing to take over as beer meister in a few weeks feel free to step up. On! On! We go back on trail and go through some shiggy in the deep dark forest. We go by a creek ... Oh wait! That was a different hash; there was no creek this time. On! On! We come out into a field and interrupt a pickup baseball game of a few teenagers. We come out to the road, find some marks going down it, and around the corner. Actually by this point only about 5 hashers were still following marks. Most of the pack was too lazy and just went back the way they knew would take them to point A, screwing themselves in the process, the actual trail was significantly shorter in distance. On! On! We go past the Italian American Club, who appeared to be having a hopping party that night. We go behind some buildings, down a trail, and we arrive back at point A. Eventually everybody gets back with the threesome of Pickle Dick, Tinsle Tits, and Butt Lite finishing Dead Fucking Last, instead of Wetlay for once. We circle up; awards and penalties are dished out. I or we finally remember to award Butthead the Hashit for his shenanigans back in June on the family values hash and we made sure to fill up that plunger with down-down beer, and some fine Yuengling premium, courtesy of Schporto. Announcements are made. Then we Aprey over at a fine rec area/ living room with a study, provided by Spunk Monkeys employers. Along with a Kourege for folks who were in the mood for coffee and pee, we enjoyed another Thanksgiving feast in the summer with Turkey and all the trimmings, stuffing, scalloped potatoes, salad, and some tofu for the vagitarians. All and All in was another shitty trail. Only 4 Wednesday hashes left in 2013, we’ll see thrills this summer has left for us. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #990 this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |