Run #420 Sir, Would You Please Breathe Into This?
Having
decided to give San Francisco a week’s respite from the Gypsy
horde I R Stupid convened the weekly bacchanal in Daly City.
As the dark side of hashing convened at Delong and Head (how fitting)
dark clouds settled over the city. Being out of their natural habitat
the Gypsies felt a need for the protection provided by a
deeply felt religious experience. Swill, formerly of the
WarsawH3, took the Sacred Missal in hand and gave the
pack a shot of old-time religion that will live on in legend. By the
time she finished sermonizing there wasn’t a pair of dry shorts in
the pack. Dick So Soft definitely wasn’t., even Moira
admitted to a stirring in her loins. It was an euphoric pack that
took up I R S’s challenging trail. Starting with a check is
generally a pain in the ass and this was no exception. The chicken
became headless even sooner than usual. D’anglin A’nglin
vanished from the face of the earth and Shithead assuming the
rest of the evening would be as trailess hung up his shoes and headed
for home. The pack did eventually find trail and continue on. The
hare along with Nutless Sac and T/BC (still
suffering from a benign form of Ebola) followed the hapless wankers
in a mechanical conveyance. At one point they spent so much time
waiting for the pack to arrive that local homeowners were concerned
that a home invasion gang was casing the neighborhood. No Hands
was, of course, FRB with Sammy herding him along. Close behind
was virgin Bill who had no idea what he was doing but was
doing it well. Ladies take note this may mean he’s easily
trainable. The trail as always went hither and yon with enough circle
jerks to give Naked Hasher a chance to develop
hypothermia. Does it never dawn on him to wear longer sleeves? Parker
and Duncan were making Fits In look like Ben Hur
sans the wheels. Llyr decided to tie Semenhole to a
post in a classic example of proving who the alpha dog really is.
Next Llyr will be humping Shaggy Dog’s ladies
not just his leg. Eventually the pack came together and the piss
pounding started. The Sacred Bucket was filled with Sea
Breezes and while rain fell the pack was wafted away on sea breezes.
Manhole was a late cumer originally planning on going to a
soccer training session but his car sensing its owner’s need for
alcohol brought him the Gypsies instead. Pied Piper
was once again working late, at getting hammered. Rumor has it that
Cold Cuts is planning on buying a home Breathalyzer to catch him
going to the Gypsies without permission. As he downed more and
more cups of punch I R S became more and more interested in
Tonka Toy who became less and less interested in him.
Likes To Lick was sans Open Wide who was pulling on a
different kind of one-armed bandit. Ever The Fool, Enter The
Gerbil was soon circling the pack who were by now as wet on the
inside as they were on the outside. Don entered the circle but
Bitch In Heat left the circle, as he became the newest member
of the Order of the Sleepless Knights. Next time he’ll be less
likely to announce that doggie style is his favorite position
although Dick Chick did perk up noticeably at the
announcement. Speaking of namings T/BC and Fit In did
stand-in down downs as Duncan and Parker were named
Whippet In and Whippet Out. LCB was late but
made this his 100th *un with the Gypsies. While the
Stupidity Watch continues Just Craig entered the circle and
Just Craig left the circle. Lois was carried away on
Sea Breezes as still not getting it (Naked Hasher what
is wrong with you) she drank for private partying and having a hat in
the circle as well as for just being Lois. Knowing what it
means to have to drink just because you’re you Dickless
Namehole offered to take her under his wing and make sure she
gets it. Captain Planet visiting from BucharestH3 was
kind enough to wear new shoes and christen them with a cold beer.
Soggy Biscuit explained the meaning of his name and
Bigfoot announced that she would never be able to look at
baked goods the in same way. The police arrived just on time but when
T/BC went over to do his dog and pony show they saw the
T-shirt announced that they already knew who we were and fled in
terror. The pack packed it in and headed over to the Pacific
Restaurant where it found King Rongjon already
ensconced. Rumor has it that alcohol has made him clairvoyant. The
evening was topped off by a sobriety check that trapped I R S
who slid by on the skin of his teeth and LCB who ended up
having to abandon his truck and cab it home. Breathe deep and hold
it. Cheers.