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| Hash Number: | 1032 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1032 |
| When: | June 4, 2014 |
| Where: | Graylyn Crest Shopping Center, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Butthead | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 1030 When: Wednesday, June 4, 2014 at 6:30pm Where: Graylyn Crest Shopping Center, off Marsh Road between Veale and Silverside Roads Who: Butthead Prelube: Ulysses Gastropub is located at the Graylyn Crest Shopping Center and has a former Deer Park and East End employees, so feel free to arrive early and make your self at home on your own unofficial prelube (uh, Butthead it's "official" now since you mentioned it and I emboldened the font for "Prelube"). There are few deals at Ulysses, but what they heck, it will be happy hour :) Dog Friendly: Trail, probably. Apres, probably not. Butthead's Weather Forecast: According to my sources, we will have a waxing moon (no full moon), approximately to the 1/4 mark, and fine weather early with some clouds later. D'erections: From north or south of Wilmington, make sure to take I-95 (not I-495) and then exit onto the Marsh Road North exit. Proceed 1.5 miles. Just past Veale/Wilson Road, turn left into Graylyn Crest shopping center, park near the road opposite the Rite Aid Pharmacy, prepare to hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bee Orgy Bunion Butt Butthead Chasez Boyz Circle Jerk Cousin It Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Famous Jack Fuck Fuck Canuck Kum On Inn Lick Stick Lost Boy Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1030 (Well actually it was #1032, but with me slacking on the write-ups, apparently somebody lost count) So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot of the fine Shoppes of Grayln Crest on the early evening of Wednesday, June the 4th, 2014 AD. Hashers I remember being present: Circle Jerk, Do Me On the Beach, Lost Boy, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Spunk Monkey, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bee Orgy, Kum On Inn, Devil Woman, Just Chris, Just Polly, Lick Stick, Wishboneher, Woody, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Chasez Boyz, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Toxic Shock, Just Julie, Portaho, Fuck Fuck Canuk, and many, many others. Our hare of the hour was he who the Blue Hen call “Bad Lay”, who the heathens refer to as “George”, and who the Romans would have called Cranius Gluteus Maximus. But, whatever name you know him by, you know that once you have met Butthead, it is impossible to un-meet him. And from that day forward, should you cross his field of vision, even up to 50 meters away, no matter where you are, what you are doing, or who you are doing it with, he will loudly shout out your mispronounced hash or nerd name. And so Butthead gave us his chalk talk for a few for the trail he partially marked in wood chips in remembrance of that hash where he got named “Bad Lay” and forgetting to tell us a whole bunch of stuff as usual. And so the arrow was laid in the general direction of trail and we were off. On! On! Trail went down the road for a bit then stopped somebody. Found the check that we all ran over with- out noticing. And for about 20 minutes we ran all over and behind the shopping center until something resembling marks in succession was detected through a mighty large patch of poison ivy. On! On! Trail went through the woods for a bit then out into the neighborhood. Curious onlookers around as always. There was a check about every block or two, with Just Chris checking most of them out for the rest of us dragging ass behind him. We got stumped for a while on Shipley Road, before we eventually deduced the right way to go, though people seemed to forget to say On! On! On! On! Trail eventually hit some woods again, and we found those infamous marks made with wood chips. A check back 6 we found, before finding the right way and Butthead there with the beer for the beer near, dropped off by the auto-hashing Do Me on the Beach and Lick Stick who actually showed up on time for once. To say we enjoyed our brews for a while would not be all that accurate of a statement this time. There were a few Yuenglings, but the rest was Busch and Keystone light, and perhaps because there are many many beer snobs at Hockessin, or perhaps because of that weird toothless man that kept smiling at us and circling us like a Tiger Shark, the majority of the pack got rid of their beers one way or another as fast as they could. And less than 4 minutes after the first person got there the majority of them decided to go on the rest of this shitty trail. On! On! Trail took a right and went down the street a bit, then took a left into the woods along the creek. Now our hare, who grew up in the Graylyn Crest Neighborhood and knows it pretty well, actually didn’t make any mistakes from this point onward, and in fact didn’t lay trail on private property, for the marks went along the rocks in the middle of the creek. But of course many a hasher was afraid to get their feet wet and decided to trespass on somebody’s property on the south shore of the creek, and we got yelled at for that. On! On! Trail went came out back into the hood. And as it turned out, Butthead live hared the last part of trail that somewhat crossed over what we had already done. But the Hockessin Hash being the Hockessin Hash, half of the pack just went off trail as usual finding the fastest way back to point A. The other half had a little more patience and tried to actually follow the rest of trail through the woods for a little while, but as the sun went down, their patience ran out. And so had mine and Bee Orgy’s until Kum on Inn made the mistake of finding true trail, which put us 3 about five minutes behind the rest of the pack, and so, when we came out for the final length onto Marsh Rd we raced each other not wanting to be last in. Anyway to avoid more attention than necessary we circled up behind the strip mall, with our only major onlookers being the employees of the local Chinese Take Out Place and their children, and some couple walking their dog. Wishboneher ran the circle. Penalties and awards were dished out. We were joined by the auto-hashing Porta-Ho who didn’t want to get her feet dirty. Lickstick got to drink for being both and Intteruptus and being a visitor now that Carolina is her primary hash. Yours Truly got to drink for my B-Day which in reality was 2 days earlier, but in hash time was over the past 2 weeks, because that’s how many times I’ve had to drink for it. This time, however, I got some tasty champagne beverage instead of the usual skunked crap light beer. Just Polly was finally named. And named Necra Feel Me Up she was, inspired by an embarrassing story that her and her partner in crime Just Chris shared with us. And then we tried to name Just Chris, but we were out of good ideas, so we took it off the table for the day. After Circle, we adjourned to Famous Joe’s Tavern for the Après. It’s still home of the 3 dollar anything and just one strip mall over from where we started. Our hare treated us to about 50 pizzas and about a football field length of Capriotti’s sandwiches, which we still managed to eat almost all of. There we were joined by the late cumming Fuck Fuck Canuck, from some hash around St. Louis, who claimed he did actually follow trail but an hour after the rest of us went on it. And I’m sure he would agree that …….. All and All it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1033 this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |
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