Cueball's Old Year Hash December 27, 1998 Well, what could I say about that one, except it went on and on, and then there was this goddamn steep hill sheer cliff, with mud and wet leafs, and a no-trespassing sign at the top. Had it not been for Dyscount giving me a break I'd still be hanging onto a tree root except by now it would have snapped, as the rest of them did. So Phart decided not to run, since he was side-lined at a Bills games by a guy drunker than him, and crushed his ribs, so I heard moaning all month long, but not the right kind. And Bear apparently fakes the running as well, leaving these two warming the chips with their farts in Cue's garden. So more booze, more fressen, party on and on and on and it turns out that Valdi is Estonian too.