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| Hash Number: | 1039 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1039 - the Cancer Hash |
| When: | July 23, 2014 |
| Where: | 5 Polly Drummond Shopping Center, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Circle Jerk Do Me On the Beach | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash # 1039, the Cancer Hash When: Wednesday, July 23, 2014 at 6:30 PM, sharp Where: Polly Drummond Shopping Center (the shopping center that McGlynn’s is in) Who: Do Me on the Beach (bday bimbo) and Circle Jerk Why: Many of your favorite hashers are Cancers and special treats are promised for circle D'erections: From I-95 intersection with Rt 273 (I think it’s exit #3). Take Rt 273 towards Newark. Continue on Rt 273 about 1.8 miles. Turn Right for Red Mill Rd. Make immediate left onto Red Mill Rd. Cross over Kirkwood Highway (Rt 2). Drive about 1.4 miles on what is now called Polly Drummond Hill Rd. Shopping center is on the right. Find wankers milling about, park and hash. Dog Friendly: Dog friendly trail - dogs are welcome to stay in fenced back yard at apres (as opposed to inside the house). PI factor is low, tick factor fairly high. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Bunion's Bitch Butt Lite Butthead Chasez Boyz Circle Jerk Cock a Doodle Don't Dancing Fool Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Feral Pussy Kum On Inn Lost Boy Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Narcigism NecroPheelMeUp Nucking Futz Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Shiggy Shave Slutmaster Spunk Monkey The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Toxic Shock Trail Order Bride Up the Rear Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wickwacker Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash #1039 So, the slobbering pack met up once again in Polly Drummond Shopping Center on the late afternoon of July the 23rd, 2014 AD, about an hour or so before the great storm descended upon us. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Lost Penis, Lost Boy, Dirty Wet Pussy, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Dancing Fool, Mary Fucking Poppins, Narcigism, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Chasez Boyz, Spunk Monkey, Ass Hopper, Wetter the Better, Toxic Shock, Devil Woman, Up the Rear, Wishboneher, Woody, Kum On Inn, Slutmaster, Pickle Dick, Tinsle Tits, Butt Lite, Feral Pussy, Weird Al, Bumpy Beaver, Bunions Bitch, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Wick Wacker, Perfect Woman, Nucking Futz, Shiggy Shave, Just Jermey, Just Matt, Just Nick, Just Rikki, Just Brian, Just Corey, later on Butthead, and many, many others. Our Scheduled Hares of the Day were Circle Jerk who laid marks, and Do Me On the Beach, who made food as is usually the case. Of course, they got some help from our Grand Mistress, Lost Penis, in delivering the beer to the wrong place, but I’ll get to that later. So about 3 quarters past six our hare finished the chalk talk for our 3 or 4 virgins and our one visitor. On! On! We found marks going in the general direction of away from the shopping center, down that street until we found a false, though we never saw a check. Eventually we gave up, turned around and went back to the start. Apparently this was part of the hares plan, for the check at chalk talk was our first check and all arrows pointed true trail except the one we just followed. Thus giving those late cumming fucks a decent chance to get caught up as our hare directed us the “right way” to go. On! On! We ran to the other side of Poly Drummond Road and into the field with the tall razor sharp grass we went following mark after mark, until we ran out of them again. Eventually somebody saw the super tiny check scratched on a wooden pole, and one of our virgins, of all people found the true trail. On! On! For miles and miles we run up and down the winding mountain bike trail maintained by the DE Trail Spinners, occasionally having to move out of the way of a biker or two. We come to some checks and falses. Eventually coming to a water crossing next to a bridge, so nobody but maybe DWP takes the crossing. On! On! After what seems like hours.. go up a hill and, wow…….We see a beer near mark, but no beer, and follow about a dozen more marks up the hill that takes us to a parking lot conveniently located down the hill from Polly Drummond Road…..but….. Unfortunately no beer for our hare had misdirected our Grand Mistress as far as what church parking lot, and there are about 15 of them, on Polly Drummond Road, leaving about 40 hashers very parched indeed. On! On! We ran down the path some more and came to the part of the trail where the walkers were supposed to split off. And some of them did, and spotted the beer wagon in time, flagging down the Lost Penis they did. On! On! The not walker trail continued on the bike path going all the way to the yard waste dump, where we hoped maybe there would be a beer stop. But there was not. True trail went across Poly Drummond Rd to the Judge Morris Estate where we found the Turkey-Eagle split. About 7 or 8 impatient FRB’s followed or tried to follow the eagle trail giving up on the beer and getting themselves lost as the sun went down and storm started to come in. Some of us more patient hashers decided to call Lost Penis and have her drop off some beers to us. And so we wondered back both the right way and the wrong way to the start as a mighty thunderstorm came rolling in. I don’t know who was first in, if that even counts in a case like this, but poor Chasez Boyz was definitely last not beating the rain to his car. Most of us made it back to CJ and Do Me’s place for the circle and Apres, as the rain came down hard. Yep, it was raining, cats, dogs and eventually a Butthead, who showed up right after the shenanigans were about over. Our hares decided to reintroduce H4 to an ancient barbaric practice observed by those wild hashers out west and down south involving sitting on a block of ice, bare assed while doing the down down. One or two hashers hid around back to avoid such a fate. In my not so humble opinion, ice is better in a mojito and a margarita then under a hasher’s ass, but that’s how it went. Penalties and awards were dished out. Songs were sung. With Wishboneher running circle, many songs were sung. Our visitor from the Key West, Shiggy Shave, however didn’t have a new one. After circle was closed, we enjoyed some roast beef, with a choice of hot or cold. Also we had some typed of lovely keish thing, 4 bean salad and something else. But all and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1040 this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |