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| Hash Number: | 1035 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1035 |
| When: | June 25, 2014 |
| Where: | 401 Governors Place, Bear, DE |
| Hares: | Dirty Wet Pussy Wishboneher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1035 Where: Parking lot of K-Mart a the intersection of Rt 40 and Rt 7, towards the open area between the main shops and the Taco Bell. 401 Governor Place in Bear, Delaware 19701. When: Wednesday, June 25, 6:30 HST Who: Dirty Wet Pussy and Wishboner Why: Its Dirty's birthday so its time for that Dirty trail that every one waits for all year! D'erections: Many ways to get here, from Wilmington area, take I-95 south, to exit 4A, Rt. 7 south, stay left toward Rt. 1 South Dover, take exit 160 to US 40 W toward Elkton, shopping center is on your right. From Newark area, you can take Rt. 273 to Rt 1 and follow above directions. If you get lost of have questions give the Hare a call 302-753-5162. Hares Note: Let's see ... a chair for apres not a bad idea. Standard issue of bug spray, ivy block, dry bag may be a good idea as always (ya,might get wet if it rains), flotation devices, Little pumper recommends grappling hook (but he always wants one on trail). Trail may be dog friendly (you know your dogs hash skills-and size). Dogs at apres are outside. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Chasez Boyz Cock a Doodle Don't Cousin It Dead End Dirty Little Pumper Dirty Wet Pussy F6 Famous Jack Gives It Away I'll Respect You in the Mourning Kitchen Bitch Kum On Inn Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mr. Clean My Cock NecroPheelMeUp Perfect Woman Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Slutmaster Sporto Spunk Monkey The S&M Man The Wetter the Better Two Buck Fuck Up the Rear Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1035 So the slobbering pack gathered up in the parking lot of Governor’s Square shopping center in the land of Bear Delaware on the warm early evening of Wednesday, June the 25th, 2014 AD, for the annual hash in honor of Dirty Wet Pussy’s birthday. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Slutmaster, Dead End, NecraFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Portaho, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Up the Rear, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Perfect Woman, Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck, Chasez Boyz, The S and M Man, Mary Fucking Poppins, Spunk Monkey, Two Buck Fuck, Gives It Away, The Hasher Formerly Known As Schporto, I’ll Respect You in the Morning, Kum on Inn, Mr. Cleans My Cock, Woody, Dirty Little Pumper, Mike the Beast, a couple of auto hashing Just Folks who’ve joined us before but whose names I forgot, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were the birthday girl herself, Dirty Wet Pussy, and our illustrious RA Wishboneher. And so, they decided to once again revive the ancient tradition of setting trail live, so they could get us all lost in the woods as the sun was going down. So around 7pm our hares finally started to get ready to finally start haring after a brief chalk talk. And so our hares took off running, well waddling really, as they were carrying heavy bags of flour and such with them as they passed between the K-Mart and the furniture store. About 20 minutes, or a beer or two later, the pack took off after them. On! On! We ran in-between the K-Mart and the furniture store and into the hood behind it all. We found us a check and then a check back to the right with no number. Which I guess meant check back to check. True trail was eventually found to the left. We went around a neighborhood pond, the only body of water we found that didn’t smell like shit. The water must have been pumped in from somewhere else, because all ponds, streams, creeks and marshes in the 19702 area code smell like shit for some reason. It wasn’t long until trail went to the shiggy, to be exact the ivy, and the poisonous kind of course. Those of us fortunate enough to be walking behind Dirty Little Pumper had a nice path to walk through as he beat the local fauna down with his wooden katana. Trail disappeared, then reappeared then went down a creek, and then out into a field then back into the shiggy, but right before that we found us some jello shots that the hares left for us. I had the margarita flavored one that I thought was particularly good. So trail went back into the nasty shiggy and past some more foul-smelling waterways, when we came out into an opening again and saw the words “Song Check” written upon a rock. Of course by this point it seemed doubtful we get the entire pack we left with back together in one place again, for we were almost assured that we lost at least three people a check-back or two ago. Miraculously everybody we remembered leaving with, accept Gives It Away, made it to the song check within an hour, and I mean an hour, and so we sang a less than enthusiastic version the Yogi bear hash song. Well, after the singing we went back on trail following marks forming a pattern that can best be described as being a “Circle Jerk” that’s right the marks led us right back to where the song check was and we couldn’t find any other marks going in any other direction. And the reason for that was, in fact there were no other marks going in any direction. After walking around for about 20 minutes or so and ready to give up, our hares were heard calling On! On! and “Beer Near!” in the distance and so we followed their voices through more shiggy, mud and ivy, and not marks because there weren’t any, until we found them in an island in the stinky creek with the beer. And so we whined and whined and complained to the hares who responded something like this: “There are no rules in hashing, there’s not even a rule about the beer being cold, but it is so quit complaining.” Now getting from the embankment at the creek onto the island where the beer was stashed was a bit of a problem for the non-athletically inclined and for those terrified of water. Woody had a hell of a time attempting to cross over a rotted tree, and then leaped frogged over the dumpster. I am still wondering how the hell a dumpster ended up in that creek, I guess somebody threw it out of a plane. Porta-Ho ended up taking a dive whilst trying to cross, and so did the birthday girl DWP. So anyway during all of this some of us were able to sit down and enjoy our brews while many of us were not. Some dumb-asses were in fact impatiently asking the hares where the next mark forgetting that this trail was being hared live and there was no next mark. Eventually the hares were finally pressured enough to continue haring the rest of trail, and so we gave them a couple of minutes to get us lost in the woods again. On! On! As the sun was rapidly going down, we looked for marks, here and there through the shiggy and Ivy we went. Eventually some were found and we followed them out to a clearing where we found our hares for the promised shot stop. We enjoyed shots of fire ball cinnamon whisky, and TGI Friday’s mudslide. And a song or two broke out. As the pack basically broke up, with no more trail to follow and we made our way back to point A, where we were once again joined by the always late cumming Kum On Inn. Most of us made it over to DWP’s place for the Après and circle, where we found Mike The Beast getting our grub ready for us, and Lost Penis and a few other auto hashers. We circled up with our Illustrious RA Wishboneher, running or attempting to run circle. Penalties and awards were dished out. And it seemed that every other time, it was time for the hares to drink. Yes, the Birthday girl and our illustrious RA drank and drank and drank again. Until they were so drunk they could barely put one foot in front of another. So drunk their sweat was probably flammable. More drunk than Jim Morrison or Amy Winehouse. To say they were that drunk would be a bit of an understatement. And so control of circle was lost and Wetter the Better and a few other people got thrown into the hot tub. A few other hashers got stripped of their clothes, and circle was closed before announcements were remembered to be made. Now this whole time Mike the Beast was cooking us up other fine seafood feast in this giant pot outside, and so we enjoyed our grub to go along with some Dos Equis that somebody brought. And partied for a long time, we did, even after the thunderstorm began. And a wild time was had. Post hash shenanigan’s included some jello-shot breast baring game, and some spanking going on involving a large wooden spork procured from the kitchen. All and All it was other shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1036, the Red, White and Blue hash this Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |