GPH3 Run #1508: Putin and the Virgin
: 07/21/2022
: The Palace of Fine Arts in the parking along the back of the building.
: Tricrapelete
: Tongueless

Run #1508 $124 Million and No Fucking Water Slide!

Tricrapalete started his Gypsies’ trail from the Palace of Fine Arts on Lyon and he started with the pop driving quiz How Do You Fucking Get There! Both entrances to the parking area were blocked but a half-minded hasher in search of piss can find anything including a way around to get to the parking! With the fiasco at the start, it was fitting that the keg was Lagunitas Super Cluster. Cums So Often arrived by public transport and had no problem finding the start, she just followed all the bitching and moaning! With the driving area now an adjunct to the Palace’s “Escape Room” exhibit it’s no wonder that the Kebab Bros. Just Elkin and the newly named Rip Van Stinkle, hey, you can’t blame the Gypsies for that one, were off the piss. Exaggerated Crack was most definitely not off the piss and Yank Me, Daddy was rolling in the aisle getting belly rubs while EC was pounding away! The pack’s religious needs were seen to by Joe Pubic Hair who read a sermon from the Male Missal that left the pack ready to get off, except for Dick Ass Mother Fucker who had gone off during the sermon! Trail led the pack and, oddly enough, one pack was all there was, the Lost Patrol was on the same marks, um, of course with the addition of the hare. Crossing over Richardson Ave was the first of the DGK marks and no one died! Trail led the pack through the Presidio Residences and then into the newly opened Presidio Tunnel Tops Park. As traffic flew through the tunnels over Highway 101 the pack romped through the newly opened park on top of the tunnels and enjoyed the grand views and rides that have been installed. Our hare insisted that the pack take a turn on the mad teacup ride and Itchy Bitchy Spider, White HouseH3 harriette, christened the ride with her head. Okay, you sit in the cup and as move your body the ride tilts in the direction you move. IBS thought the ride was attached to the ground, oops, and when she leaned back over, she went onto her head. Of course, being a hasher, no damage was done. Manhole and Pied Piper leapt into cups and had they hit the keg harder this would have been the puke check! Adopt A Pussy watched the child like joy and smiling said, “First time a kid hits his head two things will happen, a lawyer will be rich, and the ride will disappear.” Trail took the pack past the newly graffiti free gun bunkers that kept SF safe during WWII. As an officer and a gentleman by act of Congress it was probably wrong for Dr. Kimble to laugh so hard as trail passed the Military Intelligence Historical Museum, but he is also a hasher! Our hare made sure the pack got to the Golden Gate Viewpoint but by then the pack had been alcohol free for what seemed like hours and even 5 Angry Inches was getting twitchy! The pack needn’t have worried since our hare had stashed a bottle of Fireball Cinnamon Schnapps at the grave of Schmelly cat in the Pet Cemetery! Wash This Asshole sipped and tearily said it made him feel like he was in an episode of Friends! This led Tongueless to pipe up, sotto voce of course, “That’s the closest WTA has come to having friends!” Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard choked on his schnaps. Trail went under Presidio Parkway and crossed to Mason Street *unning along past the Crissy Field Marsh before crossing once more under the Presidio Parkway. The pack made it back to the start where Fits In had the Sacred Thermi filled with rum and hot cider. Hand Pump and Jack The Ripper who had been vying for DFL were both eclipsed by 5150 who only vies for wielding the growler that kills the keg. While the pack was cramming down all the Vitamin J it could, Just Joshua was wondering once more why he doesn’t partake of the piss. Exaggerated Crack opined that it meant no DUI, not a bad reason. K Y Belly, White HouseH3 displayed his sleeves of tats and lo and behold there was the Gypsies’ own Mugs Bunny, he’s Bug’s evil twin. T took up the Sword Of Power and convening a Circle made the CHP and SFPD deliriously happy by dispensing Fireball down-downs. It was an evening of delights! Cheers.