Greetings,

We find ourselves in beautiful downtown Felton, California, for this edition of the useless drivel saddled with the unenviable moniker of Hash Trash. We’re inside a building with a sign precariously perched on the roof that reads Cowboy Bar & Grill. Now to the best of my knowledge there never were any real cowboys in these-here parts but some mental midget deemed it necessary to open a place for these nonexistent cow pokes to eat. There is, I feel safe in saying, far more Wild West in our hare-pair, Hugh Heifer and Hairy Fuck 2.5 than has ever existed in this redwood forest.

Hugh has just admitted she doesn’t know the location of Beer Check. While this admission does not surprise me, it also does little to raise my opinion of these two as hares. It smacks of little planning and warns of execution of trail that promises to be even worse. It did not bother me at all to see the hare-pair hop on-out. Out of sight, out of mind is my motto when it comes to these two jokers. Continue reading Hash 586: Ring Around the Redwoods →