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| Hash Number: | 1235 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1235 |
| When: | March 31, 2018 |
| Where: | 1715 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Dancing Fool Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1235 When: Saturday, March 31, 2018 at 3:00pm HST Where: 1715 Lovering Ave. (Rear), Wilmington, DE 19806 (behind Ricciardi Bros. Paint - formerly Shinns) Who Hare: Hare Today Cums Tomorrow & Mystery Hare Friendlies: Trail - dogs yes, apres, no. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From the north on I-95, you can exit at Rt. 202 North and find your way to the Augustine Cut-off, cross the river, and take a right onto Lovering Ave. From the south on I-95, exit at Rt. 52 North and take right onto Van Buren St, and go 3 blocks and take a left onto Lovering. Go about 1/2 mile and look to your right, just past Gallucios, behind Ricciardi Bros | Hashers |
| Beulah Ball-Breaker Biatch Breast Stroker Bukkakke Bushwacker Butt Lite Camel Toe Yo Ho Cause for Blindness Closing Time Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Does It All Excogi F6 Foot Fairy Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Jizz Just TJ Licks a Virgin Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp No Fucking Brains Octopussy Old News Orgy Cycle Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rug Burn Sandy Penis Beach Sex-a-Sketch Sinderella Skidmarks Spit Bucket ToeFU Toxic Shock Up Piss Creek Up the Rear Wants It Bad Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1235 – All Fools Eve Hash So, the slobbering pack took over the not so private parking lot behind Rockford Tavern off Lovering Ave. in spring break destination Wilmington, DE on a mighty fine, sunny, mid 50-ish degree afternoon of March 31, 2018 AD for the All Fools Eve Hash. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Skidmarks, Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Mount Me, Magic Carpet Ride, Do Me On the Beach, Mary Fucking Poppins, Beulah Ball Breaker, Groper, Up Piss Creek, F6, Closing Time, RaidR, Biatch, Up the Rear, Butt Lite, Dead End, NFB, Toh Foo, Bukkakke, Just Kim, Breast Stroker, Bushwacker, Excogi, Does It All, Just TJ, Rugburn, Sandy Penis Beach, Spitbucket, Octopussy, Foot Fairy, Cause for Blindness, Just Corey, Just Kristi, Wants It Bad, Sex-a-Sketch, Camel Toe Yo Ho, Orgy Cycle, Licks a Virgin, Orgy Porgy Put-In-Pie, Woody, Toxic Shock, Devil Woman, Jizz, Sinderella, Old News, and . . .? Our hares for today were the ship of fools trio of Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Jewel of Duh-Nile and fool incarnate, Dancing Fool who had many of us still shell-shocked from his foolish 8-mile birthday trail a few weeks ago. The head (who said head?) fool, HTCT stepped forward, threw down some marks and began to explain how the hares would be attempting to fool us today. There were to be flour marks as well as some blue chalk arrows drawn by Dancing Fool, which may or may not run out 3 miles before the end of trail. There was to be a Turkey/Eagle split, some song stops, checks, check-backs and fuck-you’s as well as some photo-op stops marked with a camera drawn in chalk where we were encouraged to take pictures of Wilmington’s breathtaking beauty, or beauties. Dancing Fool drew some boobs, which became a spewing penis fucking an ass, so that stop would be left to interpretation. We could also expect a Beer Near or two and Dancing Fool would be providing a roving shot stop for anyone foolish enough to encounter him. And so, the hares were released with a 12-ish-minute head (who said head?) start whilst the rest of the pack continued to properly lube-up until the stroke (heh!) of 3:30-something ... On-On! We head-ed down Lovering Ave. where the FRB’s explored some checks, found the Turkey/Eagle split and about a third of the pack ended-up going in the wrong direction and managing to short-cut about 2 miles of trail. We encountered some chalk arrows from a race earlier in the day that HTCT had advised us to ignore. Instead, we followed Dancing Fool’s blue arrows down past the Art Museum and toward Brandywine Creek where we crossed a bridge taking us to the paved path by the creek and posed for a few photo-op stops. Our journey was halted for a few minutes, since Pube-He-Ate-Her, in his haste had apparently caught up to Dancing Fool, snagged himself a shot and agreed to give the Fool a 5-minute window to hustle-the-fuck-up and mark the rest of this section of trail. On-On! And so, at approximately 4 minutes and some seconds, we were off again and discovered that the Fool had foolishly tried to thwart us by taking us up and down some shiggy trails near the path. We came to a song-stop check where we waited at least 30 seconds for a few more wanks to arrive before busting out an arousing rendition of “There Are No Real Hashers at a Marathon” while traversing a rather steep (for Delaware) hill. We ran through a bit of shiggy, picked some daffodils, saw a boob or two and ran back down the hill and back to the path till we came to the I-95 underpass where most of the rest of the pack was waiting at the Beer Near. It was then discovered that the Fool had also been caught by various wankers on the Turkey Trail as well, as many were enjoying shots to go with the piss-in-a-can we were provided with. After exchanging tall tales of woe about the various creative interpretations of trail we had experienced, it was high-time to get-off again, so ... On-On! We headed in the direction of Monkey Hill, but were not fooled into running up it, but instead headed by the zoo. From the photographic evidence I’ve seen, apparently some wankers stole a parrot from the zoo. One can only hope that it learned to repeat a hash song to unsuspecting tourists. And so, we crossed a bridge over the Brandywine while some of the wanks were setting up a photo-op stop in the style of a crime scene (it is Wilmington, afterall), a bunch of us were fooled by a check-back 11 while the rest of the pack went down the stairs beside the creek, only to be fooled by another check. On-On! The front-runners found trail beside the creek and a foolish mark that tried to lead us across the creek, but fool us once, shame on the hare, fool us twice, shame on another hare, fool us three times, fuck you. And so, the FRB’s blew their whistles, scaring a few locals into thinking they were being pursued by the cops and we eventually ended up in some shiggy woodsy area where we found trash bags full of fool’s gold (beer!). We sipped our swill, posed for pics, laughed and loitered until the natives got restless and started wandering off in the direction they thought trail went. On-On! A few of the wanks actually followed trail into the shiggy, while most of the pack not-so-foolishly stuck to the road. But all roads eventually led back to our starting point where fools rushed in and the rest of the wanks fooled around until eventually all or most of us made it back. And so, our RA, MFP commenced circle by calling the foolish hares to step forward and drink for their foolish trail. A most impressive and beloved contingency of Reading and other points north hashers had graced us with their presence today, so down-downs were enjoyed by all and Reading learned a few new hash songs to add to their three-song repertoire. Bukkakke drank for an epic hash-crash, some auto-hashers and interuptusers drank, the Orgy twins drank together, RaidR and Biatch drank for bashing and all who had caught Dancing Fool (of which there were quite a few) drank. And finally, after those with dry lips downed the rest of the down-downs, Woody was called-upon to dismiss the hash in peace. Following circle, we invaded Rockford Tavern and enjoyed a spread of sandwiches, spinach salad, chips, pretzels, cookies and waaarm apple pie ... as well as many more beers. All in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1236 this Saturday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |