October 17, 1999 - A Tangled Web Hash
Well a chip of the old Two-Jugs and so Black Widow went around the Kelso grounds three times in two days in similar filial anal-retentive manner to set a tangled trail but at least they did not tow away his mountainbike. Bullet and his spousebitch came late and left early, after the keeners had already gone and checked this pisspoor hash out. Jesus being particularly frisky rolled her holy body down a grassy slope and tried to walk on the water, but got her shroud muddy and wet and the rest of us just got our shoes caked, hoping the end would be near. And so it was, but 2.5 hours later, after we scaled the highest hash fence I have ever experienced, crawled atop a daunting ski-hill while flirting with coronaries, and enjoyed the most lovely view of the 401, but only for those with binoculars and no fear of heights. So on-on we go to the local sports bar, where sports was the operative word and bar something to be scaled in order to get the attention of the definitively not waiting staff.