Thursday, September 24, 2026

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Comment: Since the tyrant of the hash has abandoned us to our own feral instincts, we shall behave exactly as unsupervised children do: disastrously. We’re draining every cooler like it owes us money, inhaling vitamin J like it’s a food group, and fully exploiting every penny of what our $6 “hash cash” allegedly covers. Prepare yourselves for a precious little 2.69‑mile trot, featuring a scenic cemetery cameo (bring your inside voices), a sorority house or two (try not to get recruited), and a dive bar so classic it practically hands you a tetanus shot with your beverage. Hydration stop? Obviously. Decorum? Absolutely not.