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| Hash Number: | 997 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #997 |
| When: | Oct. 5, 2013 |
| Where: | Bringhurst Woods Park, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Mr. Clean My Cock Slutmaster | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash House Harriers Run #997 When: Saturday, October 5, 2013 at 3:00 PM Where: Bringhurst Woods Park, North Wilmington, DE Who: Slutmaster and Mr. Clean D’erections: From I-95 get off at Marsh Road. From the South, make the next right turn onto Carr Road. From the North, turn left onto Marsh Road and at the next light make a right turn onto Carr road. The Bringhurst Woods parking lot entrance is on the left opposite office buildings. Park and Hash. What to Bring: A change of shoes. | Hashers |
| Bunion Butt Cause for Blindness Closing Time Cousin It Deadhead Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy Flounder Handful of Cock Lick Stick Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mr. Clean My Cock Papsmear Rubber Ripper Senior Sex Toy Slutmaster Toxic Shock Wet Lay Wingnuts Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #997 So the slobbering pack met up at the Bring it Hurst Park or whatever it is called on Carr Rd a few miles north of Wilmington Delaware for the annual Slutmaster hash on the fine warm Saturday of October the 5th, 2013. Parking was at a premium that day I tell you, I’m glad I got there a few minutes early. Hashers that I remember being present: Mary Fucking Poppins, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dirty Little Pumper, Lost Penis, Wingnuts, Cousin It, Cause For Blindness, Flounder, Woody, Dead Head, Toxic Shock, Hand Full of Cock, Papsmear, Rubber Ripper, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Lick Stick, Crib Snatcher, Senior Sex Toy, and many, many others, though we seemed to be almost outnumbered by Philly hashers this time. Slut Master and Mr. Cleans My Cock were the hares with some logistical assistance from their better halves. After the hares finally settled the confusing debacle about how many coolers of beer dropped off by Spunk Monkey that they needed to have on hand for this hash, the chalk talk was done and off we went. On! On! Into the woods and into the shiggy and across a creek and along a whole shitload of rocks the trail took us. I have never crossed over so many rocks on a hash in my time let me tell you. I wouldn’t have expected two sets of knees that old and that worn out could have marked this trail, maybe they did it while being suspended by a balloon. Eventually we found some sort of path of that led us out to Marsh Road, I think. On! On! We found an arrow in pink chalk that led to an x in pink chalk that led to some marks I think and some arrows that were attempted to be covered up by some marks, due to the confusion the hares had while planning this thing. And it was On hare for a little while again. On! On! We went back into the woods and followed a creek, and got harassed by some curious on looker. On! On! Trail went back onto the asphalt and past an empty but ominous looking NCCO police car and into Rockwood Mansion Park, which was empty but appeared to be getting ready for some event. Us FRB’s found some very imported checks and falsies that were now underneath parked cars after getting lost for a bit. On! On! We went back into the woods, and then a long, long, long tunnel crossing- probably the most interesting aspect of this hash. In this drainage tunnel we went underneath some road, with no one thinking they would have needed to bring a flashlight on this thing ahead of time. It was really hard to keep ones shoes dry going through that thing, and therefore really easy to tell afterward who had shortcutted trail…. Ha! On! On! We came out of the tunnel and climbed up a bunch of more rocks an found the Beer Near symbol shortly before we came out in front of the driveway of somebody,…..who fortunately was not home to see some of us drinking beer and relieving ourselves right in front of their property. We enjoyed our brews for awhile provided by Mr. Cleans My Cock’s better half, whilst Dirty Little Pumper and Lost Penis massaged their bums on somebody’s Rock. After hanging out for a few off we went again. On! On! We ran through a neighborhood for a little while. The hearing impaired Cousin It and Toxic Shock walked in the middle of the street at about .5 miles per hour in front of an impatient driver who was trying to get somewhere. Papsmear walked the rest of the trail balancing a beer can on his head. On! On! We came out to Faulk Road and found a check and a false trail going to a yard waste dump. True Trail went down the hill and took us back to the bike path that took us back to the On! In!, and then after about another mile there was a second On In mark, and then after about another mile there was the actual On In. Wingnuts, who for once didn’t get lost on trail, was first in, and Wet Lay was last in ... again. After all of us got back to Bring in Hurst Park, Slutmaster passed out the amazingly confusing ass directions to his house. And so we auto hashed back there for the circle. Amazingly everybody, even Toxic Shock, I think actually made it back there. We were treated to the usual pre-Apres chips and dip as has become standard at every Slutmaster hash. We circled up using Cousin Its fine Homebrew as down-down beer, at his insistence because he said he needed room in the keg for the next batch. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Lost Penis did a down-down for her April Fool’s joke the previous week. Our accused visitors, aka non-regular visiting hashers, Papsmear from Philly and Rubber Ripper from Lehigh Valley couldn’t think of a visitor song soon enough so your RA had to improvise. Your RA gave himself a down-down for once again providing amazingly good weather for the hash. After circle we enjoyed the usual meatball sandwiches, with the usual mac and cheese, the usual salad, the usual cupcakes, and the not usual ice cream. Post circle shenanigans included well,,,,nothing. We just sat on Slutmasters deck behaving like responsible adults. Just Like we did the year before that, and the year before that. Out of respect for the Old folks, I guess. All and All it was another shitty trail. And the good news: What is arguably the dullest hash of the year is now safely behind us until next October. The Bad News: Apparently Cribsnatcher is going to have to lay the next trail by himself again ...Oh boy ... On that note. Stay Tuned for Hockessin Hash #998 this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |