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| Hash Number: | 994 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #994 |
| When: | Sept. 14, 2013 |
| Where: | 645 Mckinneytown Road, Elkton, MD |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Gives It Away Lost Penis Two Buck Fuck | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #994, the 18th Anal Crab Hash When: Saturday, September 14, 2013 at 3pm (Note the day -- Saturday) Who: 2 Buck Fuck, GIA, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy Where: 645 Mckinneytown Rd, Elkton, MD 21921 Hash Cash: For those who have yet to pay or have your name put on the list, it is $35 for crab eaters and still $20 for no crabby people. What Else: Camping is available. No need to drive home, just bring a tent! If there is interest, we may do a fat boy trail Sunday. Plenty of crabs to eat, lots of other food too. Games, Giveaways, Bonfire. Oh, and beer, lots of Beer. Bug Spray might also be a good idea. As always, bring a dry bag. Don't Miss IT!!!! D'erections: Many ways to get to this one, depends on where you are cuming from. Best to use your GPS or favorite mapping program, which sometimes fuck up directions. Here are some other suggested routes not 100% guaranteed to be 100% non-fucked up. -- From I-95 north of Newark, get off the Rt. 896 South exit towards Middletown. Stay in right lane and take right at the first light onto Old Baltimore Pike (OBP). Stay on it for a number of miles until you reach downtown Elkton. Start following the signs for Rt. 7. You'll get on Rt. 40 West, get into the left lane after the bridge and into the turn lane. Take a left onto Rt. 7, Old Philadelphia Road. Take your first left onto Old Elk Neck Road. Stay on Old Elk Neck for 5.8 miles. Turn right onto McKinneytown Rd, go about 1/2 mile and start looking for crusty cretans gathering on the right. Park, hash, and rip apart crabs. -- You live near OBP? Yeah, follow OBP ... -- You down with Rt. Forty? Yeah, follow Rt. 40 ... -- You down with Newark, DE? Yeah, follow OBP ... -- You down with West/North Newark, DE? Yeah ... here's where my 90s hip-hop reference falls apart as you should take Elkton Road which changes to Rt. 279 once you go past State Line Liquors into Maryland. Stay on Rt. 279 through Elkton. You'll end up at the light for Rt. 40, stay in the straight lane and go across Rt. 40 onto Rt. 7. Follow above. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Butthead Circle Jerk Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Devil Woman Digital Dick Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Doggie Erectus Gives It Away Gizz Specialist Groper Hummer It Puts the Lotion on its Skin Lick Stick Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Pickle Dick Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spunk Monkey The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Two Buck Fuck Wet Lay Yeast Infection | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash#994 So the slobbering pack met up in the yard of Gia and Two Buck Fuck around the Northeastern Part of Merryland on the fine Saturday of September the 14th, 2013AD, for the annual crab hash and semi-annual campout. Hashers I remember being present: Spunk Monkey, Skidmarks, Dead End, Mary Fucking Poppins, The International House of Virgins, Doggy Erectus, Lick Stick, Groper, Cribsnatcher, Pickle Dick, Gizz Specialist, Just Carlos, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Devil Woman, Butthead, Cousin It, Hummer, It puts the Lotion on its Skin, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Ass Hopper, Wetter the Better, Yeast Infection, Just Jaime, Digital Dick, Butt Lite, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, a couple of dogs as usual and many, many others. Our hares was the quadrum of Dirty Wet Pussy, Lost Penis, Gives it Away and Two Buck Fuck, who set up for us a great fountain cooler of beer for lack of a better term, rigged up from a couple of baby pools and a pump or two., Check out a picture of that if you get a chance, it was quite a work of art and engineering. And, Let’s see, we had to choose from: Warsteiner, Red Stripe, Blue Moon, Samuel Adams, Shock Top Pumpkin Ale, Lord Chesterfield Ale, Yuengling, a keg of Fat Tire, and a keg of Cousin’s It’s homemade brew along with the usual swill we can expect during the rest of Spunk Monkey’s term as beer meister. There were more brands of beer than there were number of hashers and we surely got more than our hash cash worth in booze on that day, I’ll say. But, anyway, sometime around 3:30 real time our hares announced that the trail was going to begin down the road a mile or two, and we crowded into Two Bucks van and Circle Jerks Truck to take us down to a gravel parking lot by some drainage pump station in some place in Cecil County. Eventually DWP tries to give the chalk talk to our virgin for the day, Just Jaime, whilst hashers attempting to be funny, interrupt by scattering gravel over the demo marks. Our hare points us in the direction of the first mark, and we are off. On! On! We run through the woods for a while, and a while, and a while. There isn’t much of a beaten path we’re following exactly, maybe a deer path perhaps, but it was pretty much ankle-deep shiggy the whole way. Every now and then we find a check, or trail changes direction, and we walk back to the last mark to look around some more. On! On! Trail keeps going through the woods, keeps changing direction and we keep having to go back to the last mark for a minute or two, because whoever was in the front could never seem to find the next mark. Well those of us on the Eagle trail anyway, apparently the Turkey trail was a lot shorter. On! On! Eventually we find beaten path and trail goes up a big steep hill where we find the Beer Near mark and the Turkeys ... but Ha!!! There was no actual beer until yours truly, MFP, got up there with the bag full of booze that DWP had handed off to me earlier in trail, thinking that she and the walkers would get to the stop later than me. There was no reward for being a Turkey that day. We enjoyed some brews and some jello shots next to a big old fire tower that probably hasn’t been used or inspected since the early 1990’s. But that didn’t stop some of us from climbing up to the top of it anyway. And quite a view it was, you could see the Susquehanna and some and a large bit of undeveloped Cecil County, MD. After a few our hares push us to get going and off we are again. On! On! We run through some more woods and ankle deep shiggy for a while, occasionally stomping across what could pass as a trail. Though in this territory, which was virgin to us, there were no thorns but plenty of spider webs to rake our faces across. On! On! After a few more checks and a few more stoppings to find last mark, we finally come out to civilization, well if you consider that part of Maryland to be civilized. An actual paved street with Beer Near mark and automobiles belonging to Wetter the Better and Smells Like Hash spirit. So we enjoyed our second round of brews for a few and enjoyed being able to take a seat on the curb, before we were rushed off again by our hares, telling us to hurry, hurry, hurry. Next time if you guys want to try to make this perfect, either make the trail shorter or have us start earlier or pick the crabs up later, just a suggestion. So anyway we went up this street which led to Old Elk Neck Road and banged a left which led to McKinney Town Rd or whatever it’s called that took us back to Two Buck Fuck and GIA’s place. Yours Truly MFP was first in and Pickle Dick was last in as far as the people who actually went on trail, which by this point was less than half of us, with more than a few wankers grabbing a ride for the last leg from Wetter or Smelly ... Uh no pun or subtle hints intended here ... Just an abbreviation of peoples hash names ... Yup. We circled up, awards and penalties were dished out, one of the visiting hashers, It puts the Lotion On, sang a visitors song that nobody heard before, Just Jaime our Virgin took her first down-down like a champ, then whined afterward, and Groper took up about 15 to 20 minutes of circle time explaining the details of the Rodeo hash this coming Saturday. Before the crabs got totally cold we sat down for the post hash feast, and a feast it was. Along with 3 bushels of crabs, we had salad, pasta salad, lasagna, 2 types of deviled eggs, one made by DWP and one made by MFP, though I having no left over’s appeared to have won the taste test, HAA!!!! We also had some yummy dish made by Spunk Monkey, some yummy dish made by Smells Like Spirit, some kind of minty pie and brownies, to go along with the 18 different kinds of beer we had. Yup we defiantly got our 20 to 40 dollars worth of food and booze that day. There would have been enough for 3 times as many people. After we all ate our fill, most of us hung out by the camp fire, Pickle Dick strummed a few tunes on his guitar, we played a few childish campfire games, and there may have been naked hot tub later into the night after most of you all left. But All and All it was another shitty trail!!!! Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #995 this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |