Hash

We were out for 55 minutes on a Hash run so poorly set that the group I was with covered 2.08 miles. Most us went in circles and were never further than maybe four blocks from the start. Pinocchiho and a relative newcomer named Paul set the piece of shit.

I PLAN TO STAB...
...each American man who has one of those terribly stylish, trendy explosions of hair growing out of their face. I predict that thirty years from now their grandchildren will laugh their asses off at the pictures: "Goddamn Grandpa, what the fuck were you thinking?"