Run # 409 Ben Gay Turns 100!
The
Officer’s Club at Fort Mason has seen a lot but nothing like the
Gypsies the flotsam and jetsam of hashing that washed up at
its doors courtesy of Ben Gay last Thursday night. As
befits a hare who tolerates no whining, he does enjoy a bit of
moaning but you’ll have to ask Bone Marrow to fill
you in on that, he picked a spot where parking is at a premium and
the bitching could start even before the *un. Speaking of bitching
and moaning Barbara aka Long Lips (but that will cum later)
raised a terrible fuss over receiving the honor of preaching the
evening’s sermon. Gadzooks she whined that she didn’t want to be
embarrassed. Embarrassed by spreading the good words of the Sacred
Missal, unthinkable. Likes To Lick’s
half nelson finally convinced her that preaching was something that
she really wanted to do and once the feeling returned to her arm she
was able to take the Sacred Missal in hand and do a
creditable job. Religion accounted for the pack was on-on for one of
Ben Gay’s romps through “ fuck ‘em if they can’t
solve a check” world. He successfully fucked ‘em at the very
first check. The pack zigged when it should have zagged. Panic set in
at the thought of missing the promised beer check and it was night of
the headless chicken as the pack dissolved. Dick Chick
led a portion of the pack back to Fort Mason swearing that she’d
seen a check...and she had. The only problem is that it was set to
start the pack and the pack started somewhere else. Still it gave the
splinter a chance to see Enter The Gerbil and King
Rongjon and be told that they were going the wrong way. Never
one to follow the crowd T/BC insisted the trail must resume in
Aquatic Park and led an even smaller splinter into never never land.
Just Matt placed his faith in T/BC; he just needs to
take more of his medicine, and of course was led astray. Well Fits
In warned him. This splinter was able to move amazingly fast in
its search for true trail as terrified civilians fled in terror at
the approach of those killer hounds Duncan and Parker.
Drill Me being dragged along by Badger who was
panting and foaming at the mouth didn’t exactly put the pooch
frightened populace at ease either. As they careened up Van Ness to
Bay in search of trail Nutless Sack appeared nursing
his bad leg on his way to nurse a brew. With him as a guide the lost
were found and as they reached Columbus and Bay the on-in trail was
espied and the wankers headed off to beer check at the SF Brewing
Company. Ben Gay was happily ensconced outside and
directed the two legged Gypsies inside where they found
pitchers of glorious brew and glasses for the filling. Stepping off
the wagon for a moment even King Rongjon allowed
himself to give in to temptation. As the boulevardiers raised they’re
glasses in a toast to those still wandering the streets of San
Francisco the mob appeared and sadly it became necessary to share.
The addition of McTaco and his kill crazed pooch Elliot
assured the pack a chance to have the sidewalk to itself as it
quaffed the hare’s libations. Boneless Chicken
smearing ketchup on his throat and lying on ground may have been a
tad over the top but who’s to judge. Whistles wetted the pack
headed for home and some serious drinking. The Sacred Thermi
appeared and hot chocolate laced with Irish Cream went down smooth.
Midget Digit from the Emerald CoastH3 cleverly managed
to forget his *unning shoes and returned to the fold after a
digestive stroll. He found the drink of choice to be a grand choice
and proceeded to clog his arteries and kill his brain cells with a
will. D’anglin A’nglin actually managed to stay on
a semblance of trail and stay in the city Bigfoot promised to
do some research and find out if this is a first for him. The Grim
Rimmer and Drill Me seemed to have disappeared
and Fucking Pesto Chicken took the opportunity
to spread fear by claiming that Drill Me was planning
on breeding Badger and Rimmer. He swore that he had
first dibbs on the pups. Sucks Cock For Crack not only
appeared but also insisted that when he told his mother what he’d
been named her only comment was that she’d wished she’d thought
of that when he was born. Enter The Gerbil donned his jester’s
cap and dispensed down-downs to the deserving ungodly. Foremost was
Ben Gay who chose to hare on his 100th *un
and shirted. It appears that our reader, Barbara, had named
herself Long Lips after being told by Scarlett O’Hairy that
she should have a name. The two evil doers were properly chastised
and a seriously plowed I R Stupid offered to help Barbara
really earn a name that had lips in it. Of course he also offered to
let Dickless Namehole prove he wasn’t dickless. Open
Wide edged away concerned that I R might try to make
her live up to her name as well. Shithead just stood his
ground and grinned at the thought of what he’d do if I R
made the same offer to him. Craig spent another week not
drawing any attention to himself. When the wolf is at the door invite
him in for a drink. Cheers.