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| Hash Number: | 998 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #998 |
| When: | Oct. 12, 2013 |
| Where: | Paper Mill Park, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher Dung Ho | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 998 When: Saturday, October 12, 2013 at 3:00 pm - HASH TIME - 3:15 or whenever there are enough Hashers who want to be drowned rats. Where: Paper Mill Park at Polly Drummond Rd and Paper Mill Road, Newark/Pike Creek, Delaware Who: Crib, Smells Like Hash Spirit (probably working), and Nip Fuck (probably working). So you get Crib!! What Else: Multiple beer stops!! Laps in the creek for you Tri-Hashers! Prepare to get WET! Questions, call call or text Crib D'erections: From I-95 take DE Rt 273 exit (I think it's exit 3) towards Newark. Make right then quick left onto Red Mill Rd. (If you miss Red Mill keep going to Ruthar Rd. and then take left onto Red Mill). Red Mill changes to Polly Drummond Hill Rd after crossing Kirkwood Highway. Go a couple of miles...park is on left just before paper Mill Rd. We've been there before ... be discrete with pre-run beverages. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Beastialidocious Beeper Bunion Butt Butthead Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dazed n Cuntfuzed Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy Dung Ho Just Cathy Kum On Inn Lick Stick Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mr. Clean My Cock Sporto The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Wickwacker Wingnuts Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash#998 So the slobbering pack met up at Paper Mill Park on this decidedly not rainy day of Saturday, October 12th, 2013 AD, around 3pm plus or minus 30 minutes depending on the hasher. Hashers that I remember being present: Dead End, Dirty Wet Pussy, Dirty Little Pumper, Wick Wacker, Mary Fucking Poppins, Mr. Cleans My Cock, Just Cathy, Just Cathy’s Virgin friend whose name I forgot, Lost Penis, Wing Nuts, The hasher formerly known as Schporto, Beeper, Devil Woman, Butthead, Cousin It, Woody, Ass Hopper, Wetter the Better, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Kum On Inn, Lickstick, Dazed and Confused, Beastie Alladocious, and many, many others. Cribsnatcher was the hare and he got bailed out at the last minute by our mystery co-hare and hashus interruptus by about 10 years, Dung Ho who helped this thing from becoming the complete cluster fucking disaster that many of us were expecting. Anyway, we hung out in the parking lot of the park for a few enjoying the fine weather your RA was able to provide. None of us drowned like rats that day, well at least not at the beginning of the hash. And we enjoyed some Red Beet Humus and pita chips provided by Devil Woman which we ate atop the hood of Dead Ends car. That was until the wind or some idiot knocked the chips on the ground. And sadly this was not discovered until well after the 5 second rule and the 30 second rule for hashers had expired. But they were good while they lasted. Eventually the hares did the chalk talk, though none of us realized Just Cathy’s Friend was a virgin hasher until later on during the trail. The trail as we were told was marked with this white construction paint that looked suspiciously like spray paint to me, but the hares assured us this was not the case, that it was eco friendly and would fade and wash away shortly. And this apparently it did after we were done with the second beer stop. As is consistent with any Crib Snatcher trail the arrow at the chalk talk pointed in the opposite direction of the first mark, fucking over our late cummers yet again. Anyhow it was On! On! We went out towards Polly Drummond Road, but not onto Polly Drummond Road, accept for Wingnuts who got himself lost yet again. Though this time everybody else had the good sense not to follow him. We found a checkback something but as usual either the hares or us forgot to count, and it took a few minutes to find the next mark. On! On! We went out into that neighborhood behind Paper Mill Road, with Woody in the front for awhile. Woody comes across a checkback 7 or 8 and we find true trail going into the middle run section of White Clay state park. We ran on leaf covered mountain bike trails for quite a while finding a mark here a check here, a checkback here or there, but the leaves covered up half the marks, so it made little sense to make sense of anything. Eventually trail comes out to Dong Ho’s backyard where we find the first beer stop. We enjoyed our brews as usual, including this not usual brew called Boxer Beer that looks exactly like a Coors light, but taste more like a Yuengling light. We were eventually joined by the lost Wingnuts, who lucky for him got himself lost to the beer stop that time. After a while we went back to the beer near mark that was actually a check but there was only one way this thing was going. On! On! We run down the middle run park trails some more. DWP had a wicked summersault of a hash crash but appeared to be okay for the rest of the day. She might be feeling that now though. On! On! We keep running through the park until we come to a field and run out of marks again. The FRB’s scattered in all directions, Wingnuts started calling On! On! But some of us stayed back for a few until Dung Ho showed up to sweep, and suttly indicated that was the way to go. On! On! We go across Paper Mill Road and into another section of White Clay State. We find another checkback and go up a hill. We go across some park service road and up another hill and across another field but not in that exact order. Eventually we find that one small parking lot, the one that not usually safe to do a beer stop at, and least not in the summer anyway, but it was not the summer and all the fuzz was busy downtown trying to bust students at U of D homecoming weekend. We enjoyed the second beer near for a couple of minutes before our anxious hares hurded us back onto trail. On! On! We find an arrow and go across the toy airplane flying field, with Dung Ho yelling at everybody to keep off the landing strip though few listened. On! On! After this point we only found about 2 or 3 marks, for the hares claimed they had run out of marking material by this point. And so the hashers attempted by memory various routes we thought would take us back to Papermill Park. Oh boy! They all involved crawling through shiggy, thorns, mud and over fences. And you could tell who was on this trail and who wasn’t by who was bleeding or wasn’t. When we get back to the parking lot, we are joined by the late cumming Lick Stick, the bike riding from North Wilmington Kum On Inn, and the late cumming and hashus interruptus by five years Dazed and Confused. Dirty Little Pumper finds out to his dismay that somebody lifted his bottle of Ice tea that he stashed in the hash cooler, and Bunion Butt found out to his dismay that Crib tried to lift the hash horn. We circle up right there in the park, to the great annoyance of some old fart who was trying to play tennis. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung, 3 or 4 different ones at the same time again. Our virgin just somebody didn’t get the part about dumping what’s left in the cup on her head and tried to dump it on mine. And I, in vain, tried to rectify this. After circle we Apryed at Mike and Nicks in Lantana Square in one of the few times of the year where the Hockessin Hash actually goes to Hockessin. There we are joined by the extremely late cumming BeastieAlladious dressed in her medical scrubs. We enjoyed some pizza and nachos to go along with our dog fish head and Miller light, for Mike and Nicks was too high brow to serve Yuengling. We hang out for a few, with Lick Stick dressed up in that black leather dominatrix dress, I guess she had a hot date that night, and we watch some college football and some Flyers Hockey until a gravitous odor cleared the room. All and All in was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for hash number 999, the Blue Hen Anniversary, Hoo-Rahhh!, this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |