Run #440 A Wet Gerbil Never Flies at Night
The
bus stop at Mt. Davidson will never be the same. The Gypsies’
favorite rodent called the pack together to do some damage to this
city transportation hub. Enter The Gerbil may be the King’s
Fool but his choice of *un start made it clear that he was
planning to have the last laugh. Sin Cojones, late of the
Humpin’ Hash in San Diego, stepped up to the dais to take the
Sacred Missal in hand and provide the night’s
religious experience. Comes Slowly was especially pleased by
the chosen passage as it definitely involved male and female
genitalia. So pleased was she that Sadie was held high to hear
the good news that heterosexual behavior was back in the bible. Comes
Slowly was even more pleased when Sadie hit the ground
*unning and turned Fucking Pesto Chicken’s leg into a love
machine. Once he’d changed shorts and the pack had stopped its
applause it was time to be on-on. Trail led the pack to the top and
its famous cross. D’anglin Anglin chose this moment to have
an epiphany. He dropped to his knees and body vibrating in ecstasy
swore to never again go off trail. Phone Sex wept openly and
Bone Marrow shouted in praise. Tammy Faye would have been
proud. As the trail descended fear of poison oak set in. Happily
Gerbil is as p o fearful as the rest of the pack and actually
made an effort to avoid it. Not so mud and there was a good deal of
slip slidin’ away. T/BC could be heard far and wide begging
Whippet Out, who was clearly at the helm to slow down and stop
yanking. Fits In with Whippet In misunderstood his plea
and berated him for wanking the pooch in public again. Hoping to get
a free show Manhole suddenly appeared along side and
concealing his disappointment continued to forge ahead. Once back on
the street the pack did it’s usual headless chicken act and fell to
bits and pieces. There was an eagle/turkey split that sent the eagles
more floundering than soaring downhill while the turkeys gobbled up
the street. A very unhappy home owner barred the way for most of the
pack but Likes To Lick played the race card in a way that
would have made Johnny Cochrane proud and was allowed to cross the
hallowed ground. Drill Me hoping to capitalize on his move by
playing Simon LeGree to his Little Eva sent Badger after the
fast disappearing LTL and was about to follow suit when Mr.
Property Rights flashed that shotgun and Badger came slinking
back to her side. Trail was lost just as quickly as it was found and
some headed in. One of those some was Bigfoot mumbling under
her breath about Gerbil not telling her wear the trail went
and hoping that he’d enjoy his night on the couch. A beer check
finally appeared and was followed by a romp back to the start. The
space at the bus stop was quickly turned in the latest version of the
Gypsies’ bar and grill. Muni’s finest were actually able
to avoid finding anyone under their wheels although it was a close
call when Bigfoot tripped Chickless Boner. Luckily he
fell against Handjob For Humanity who thinking he was making a
pass at her shoved him halfway down the hill and out of harm’s way.
Bigfoot hasn’t spoken to her since. As usual there were
those who avoided the ugly bit of exercise and arrived in time for
the cocktail hour. Fits In’s potent potable of the evening
was Mai-Tais. The Sacred Bucket brimmed full of the sweet but
deadly potion. Meat Pie was able to consume enough
allow No Hands to roll her down the hill and using Sammy
as a backstop have her end up at their front door. Having had his
share and more of experiences with that particular Bucket
contents Shithead made the sign of the cross and fled in
terror. King Rongjon, Sword Of Power, clenched
in his fist regaled the circle with a tale of his latest diplomatic
wanderings in Prague and his vain attempts to find a hooker fluent in
the language of love he speaks. When Naked Hasher fell asleep
and shed blood by falling to the pavement the King realized it
was time to move on and baid Enter The Gerbil to make a Fool
of himself. Gerbil graciously complied and began handing out
Mai-Tai down-downs. The most important act was to give Clap Trap back
her original and oh so fitting name Lois Lame. As she
knelt before the swaying King her head followed the movement of the
Sword like a rabbit following a cobra. A hush fell over the
crowd followed by collective sigh of relief that the King had
once again avoided combining a naming with a beheading. Just to be on
the safe side Nutless Sac had already dialed 911 but held off
pushing the send button. Scarlett O’Hairy having somewhat
less faith in the King acknowledged that she always wore red
at a naming so the blood wouldn’t show. Twinkle Dick
had appeared from nowhere and having consumed enough of the Bucket
make projectile vomiting a very real possibility hopped onto his bike
and sped off to physical as well as mental oblivion. Open Wide
was busy doing down-downs for a seemingly endless number of crimes
but mainly because everyone loves to watch her giggle when she gets
spiffed. Stacker, from C2H3 in the UK, having consumed copious
amounts of the Bucket decided to play St. George and cast
about for a dragon to slay but would have been willing to settle for
Semen Monster. She would have happily acquiesced to being
poked by his sword but the lad was too pissed to pull it from his
shorts. When last seen Tits For Hire and Beats Me were
carrying him off into the bushes and bickering over who would ravish
him first. They eventually delivered his dried out shell to The
Bull’s Head where Sin Cojones had decided to pick up dinner
for all. Every man has the chance to make of fool of himself and most
succeed Cheers.