On November 15, 1937, the Li’l Abner daily comic strip defied tradition and embraced gender role-reversal when a female character, Sadie Hawkins, chased down and caught herself a man. It became an annual feature in the comic strip and a social movement in real life. Once a year, women could take the initiative by inviting the man of their choice out on a date—rare before 1937—typically to a dance attended by other bachelors and their assertive dates.
Who knows, maybe this is how your great grandparents started dating?
Now, 81 years later, the Cock Family would like to celebrate Sadie Cock-Ins hash style! Wear your jorts, jeggings, flannel underwear and plaid, ’cause we have a trail for you!
When: 6:45 PM Thursday November 15th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15!
Where: Rhode Island Metro (Red Line) – follow marks to start!
Hares: Representing the Cock Family: Chip off the Old Cock, CoXXX on Demand, Kindergarten Cock (if the little one allows), Schrodinger’s Cock, Twinkle Twinkle Little Cock, and Shamrock Your Cock
Miscellaneous Crap: Trail is A to A’. Urban shiggy, dog friendly, . It should be a nice night. Pack smartly and bring a headlamp & mug! Be smart, have fun.
How Far: Runners’ trail will be approximately 4 miles long (about half on the first half and half on the second half). Walkers’ trail usually is approximately half the distance of the runners’ trail. To half or half not, that is the question.
Last trains out of Rhode Island Avenue Metro:
GLENMONT 11:46 PM
SHADY GROVE 11:24 PM
On After:
Dew Drop Inn
2801 8th St NE
Specials: Your great-grandmother thought your great-grandfather was special!
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243rd Birthday of the United States Marine Corps, 30th Birthday of Atari 6900 and 35th of Whoregon Trail
II. Mission
Drink and be merry in honor of our beloved Corps and Hashers
III. Execution
When: 6:45 PM Thursday November 8th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15!
Where: Smithsonian Station – follow marks to start to Department of Agriculture’s Garden
Hares: Atari 6900, Whoregon Trail, Sphincter Shy, Camo Sutra, Shart Sharts, Poon-Apple Juice
IV. Administration/Logistics
Miscellaneous Crap: Trail is A to B. No known PI – no shiggy unless you want it. It should be a nice night. Pack smartly and bring lumination & mug! Be smart, have fun.
How Far: Runners’ trail will be approximately 7.6 clicks (4.74 mi) long (about 2.47 mi for the first half and 2.27 mi for the second half). Walkers’ trail is usually approximately half the distance of the runners’ trail.
Last trains out of Potomac Ave Metro:
Franconia-Springfield 11:15 PM
Largo Town Center 11:40 PM
New Carrollton 11:50 PM
Vienna/Fairfax-GMU 11:21 PM
Wiehle-Reston East 11:08 PM
When: Thursday October 18th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15! Where: Huntington Metro Kiss and Ride
World peace, or peace on Earth, is the concept of an ideal state of happiness, freedom and peace within and among all people and nations on earth. Different cultures, religions, philosophies and organizations have varying concepts on how such a state would cum about. We here at the hash believe the path to peace requires a BAC of at least .08. On October 18, we gathered in our pursuit of world peace… through beer.
The night began way out in Huntington. As the pack arrived and began to sign in, Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack and Baa Ram Him passed out patches. As a millenial, I really appreciate a good participation trophy, and as such took two.
Circle began with the introduction of our sacrificial la- I mean, virgins. Just Britt, Just Kerry, Just Katie, and Just Alex looked on in abject horror at the sight which was unfolding in front of their very eyes: Cum Dumpling attempting to find his own taint.
Our visitor, Phantom, introduced himself and no one paid attention.
The hares, Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack and General Tso’s Dicken, lured us into a false sense of security by assuring us that they had indeed found the key to world peace: beer!
Within the first minute of trail, General Tso’s Dicken broke the tip. I know she prefers them circumcised, but that generally isn’t considered a DIY procedure. After that rocky start, the pack was off, over the rivers and through the woods. Or at least I assume. I was on walker’s trail, which took us on a rousing tour of the suburban streets of Huntington. Luckily, we were able to scout out the houses that were most likely to hand out full size Snickers by listening to which ones Just Chad was busy bitching about. He claims that he could do better, but we all know those spider webs he shoots are just a metaphor.
The pack finally tricked their treats on up to beer check, where Uno Dos Tres Lipgloss was kind enough to grab me one of the most worldly beers we’ve had at the hash in ages: Bud Light Orange.
Angry and sober, I reached into the beer bin myself. Over-enthusiastically, I pulled out and realized..
Sadder than a freshman without a bid on Homecumming (that one was a stretch, but believe me), we started off on the second half of trail, where we learned that, after an unfortunate homecumming incident of his own, Atari 6900 is no longer allowed to talk to teenage girls. You’ll be glad to hear, later that weekend, he compensated by attending a Halloween party populated solely by scantily clad women barely old enough to drink.
Just when I thought that the beer selection had killed the concept of world peace almost as badly as millennials killed the diamond industry, we were invited to join in celebrating the 500th run of Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack with
Thankfully, our brew crew, Quid Pro Blow and Agent Orgy were there to put out the fire with PBRfor your noble scribe (and Uno Dos Tres Leches).
Ostensibly, we held a circle with virgins, domestic German beer, and a traditional Australian Hakka. The Fireball in me sang some karaoke, and we all forgot Uno Dos Tres Liftoff’s name again.
With noone to name and no sense of shame, the pack set off on the third leg of trail to Pilar’s Restaurant.
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EWH3 #1094: The Cock Family Presents, Sadie Cock-ins! – 6:45 PM Thursday, November 15th – Rhode Island Avenue Metro (Red Line)
For general questions on hashing, email us questions at [email protected].
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On November 15, 1937, the Li’l Abner daily comic strip defied tradition and embraced gender role-reversal when a female character, Sadie Hawkins, chased down and caught herself a man. It became an annual feature in the comic strip and a social movement in real life. Once a year, women could take the initiative by inviting the man of their choice out on a date—rare before 1937—typically to a dance attended by other bachelors and their assertive dates.
Who knows, maybe this is how your great grandparents started dating?
Now, 81 years later, the Cock Family would like to celebrate Sadie Cock-Ins hash style! Wear your jorts, jeggings, flannel underwear and plaid, ’cause we have a trail for you!
When: 6:45 PM Thursday November 15th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15!
Where: Rhode Island Metro (Red Line) – follow marks to start!
Hares: Representing the Cock Family: Chip off the Old Cock, CoXXX on Demand, Kindergarten Cock (if the little one allows), Schrodinger’s Cock, Twinkle Twinkle Little Cock, and Shamrock Your Cock
Miscellaneous Crap: Trail is A to A’. Urban shiggy, dog friendly, . It should be a nice night. Pack smartly and bring a headlamp & mug! Be smart, have fun.
How Far: Runners’ trail will be approximately 4 miles long (about half on the first half and half on the second half). Walkers’ trail usually is approximately half the distance of the runners’ trail. To half or half not, that is the question.
Last trains out of Rhode Island Avenue Metro:
GLENMONT 11:46 PM
SHADY GROVE 11:24 PM
On After:
Dew Drop Inn
2801 8th St NE
Specials: Your great-grandmother thought your great-grandfather was special!
EWH3 #1093: The 6900th Whoregon Corps Birthday Trail – 6:45 PM Thursday, November 8th – Smithsonian – Blue, Orange, & Silver Line
For general questions on hashing, email us questions at [email protected].
Want the trail announcement emailed to you? Sign up for the trail announcement listserve here!
I. Situation
243rd Birthday of the United States Marine Corps, 30th Birthday of Atari 6900 and 35th of Whoregon Trail
II. Mission
Drink and be merry in honor of our beloved Corps and Hashers
III. Execution
When: 6:45 PM Thursday November 8th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15!
Where: Smithsonian Station – follow marks to start to Department of Agriculture’s Garden
Hares: Atari 6900, Whoregon Trail, Sphincter Shy, Camo Sutra, Shart Sharts, Poon-Apple Juice
IV. Administration/Logistics
Miscellaneous Crap: Trail is A to B. No known PI – no shiggy unless you want it. It should be a nice night. Pack smartly and bring lumination & mug! Be smart, have fun.
How Far: Runners’ trail will be approximately 7.6 clicks (4.74 mi) long (about 2.47 mi for the first half and 2.27 mi for the second half). Walkers’ trail is usually approximately half the distance of the runners’ trail.
Last trains out of Potomac Ave Metro:
Franconia-Springfield 11:15 PM
Largo Town Center 11:40 PM
New Carrollton 11:50 PM
Vienna/Fairfax-GMU 11:21 PM
Wiehle-Reston East 11:08 PM
V. Command/Signal
On After:
Trusty’s
1420 Pennsylvania Ave SE
Specials: $1 off rails; $12 pitchers of Bud Lite
EWH3 TRASH #1090: THE WORLD PEACE THROUGH BEER V2018 TRAIL! – THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18TH – HUNTINGTON METRO (YELLOW LINE)
When: Thursday October 18th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15!
Where: Huntington Metro Kiss and Ride
World peace, or peace on Earth, is the concept of an ideal state of happiness, freedom and peace within and among all people and nations on earth. Different cultures, religions, philosophies and organizations have varying concepts on how such a state would cum about. We here at the hash believe the path to peace requires a BAC of at least .08. On October 18, we gathered in our pursuit of world peace… through beer.
The night began way out in Huntington. As the pack arrived and began to sign in, Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack and Baa Ram Him passed out patches. As a millenial, I really appreciate a good participation trophy, and as such took two.
Circle began with the introduction of our sacrificial la- I mean, virgins. Just Britt, Just Kerry, Just Katie, and Just Alex looked on in abject horror at the sight which was unfolding in front of their very eyes: Cum Dumpling attempting to find his own taint.
Our visitor, Phantom, introduced himself and no one paid attention.
The hares, Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack and General Tso’s Dicken, lured us into a false sense of security by assuring us that they had indeed found the key to world peace: beer!
Within the first minute of trail, General Tso’s Dicken broke the tip. I know she prefers them circumcised, but that generally isn’t considered a DIY procedure. After that rocky start, the pack was off, over the rivers and through the woods. Or at least I assume. I was on walker’s trail, which took us on a rousing tour of the suburban streets of Huntington. Luckily, we were able to scout out the houses that were most likely to hand out full size Snickers by listening to which ones Just Chad was busy bitching about. He claims that he could do better, but we all know those spider webs he shoots are just a metaphor.
The pack finally tricked their treats on up to beer check, where Uno Dos Tres Lipgloss was kind enough to grab me one of the most worldly beers we’ve had at the hash in ages: Bud Light Orange.
Angry and sober, I reached into the beer bin myself. Over-enthusiastically, I pulled out and realized..
I had been iced by The Hares.
Sadder than a freshman without a bid on Homecumming (that one was a stretch, but believe me), we started off on the second half of trail, where we learned that, after an unfortunate homecumming incident of his own, Atari 6900 is no longer allowed to talk to teenage girls. You’ll be glad to hear, later that weekend, he compensated by attending a Halloween party populated solely by scantily clad women barely old enough to drink.
Just when I thought that the beer selection had killed the concept of world peace almost as badly as millennials killed the diamond industry, we were invited to join in celebrating the 500th run of Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack with
Bags
Of
Fireball
If it burns that much going down, you should probably call your local clinic.
Thankfully, our brew crew, Quid Pro Blow and Agent Orgy were there to put out the fire with PBR for your noble scribe (and Uno Dos Tres Leches).
Ostensibly, we held a circle with virgins, domestic German beer, and a traditional Australian Hakka. The Fireball in me sang some karaoke, and we all forgot Uno Dos Tres Liftoff’s name again.
With noone to name and no sense of shame, the pack set off on the third leg of trail to Pilar’s Restaurant.
On – World Peace? Why not world whole? – On