Run #446 Would You Like Some
Anthrax with Your Paranoia?
“But
Officer Krupky I’m just trying to do my civic duty. Just trying to
avoid arrest or worse having San Francisco’s finest confiscate our
alcohol” thus spake our hare of last Thursday, Comes
Slowly. “But lady,
how many times do I have to tell you we don’t care”, spake
Officer Krupky. “We already know who the Gypsies
are, scum, riffraff, demented drunkards with less than half a mind,
disgusting flour addicts. So just go on being normal, just be stupid.
If you don’t use flour use chalk and since its San Francisco maybe
you’d be safer choosing a nice pastel” he lisped. Head shaking, a
tear *unning down her cheek, our sadder but wiser hare leashed up
Sadie
and went off to set trail. The pack gathered at Olympia and Clarendon
where thoughts turned to the last time the Gypsies
met at this spot, the time that Bitch In Heat found out what great
drugs the SF Fire Department has at its disposal. An urban legend has
been circulating claiming that Bitch has been spotted at various fire
stations breaking bits of his body in an effort to get those same
drugs. Dickless
Namehole
swears he saw it on the internet. While some wept silently others
like Cream
Filled
Buns
licked there chops at the sight of newboot Tino.
Cream
Filled
and Lois
Lame
were spotted circling the lad looking like starving wolves who’ve
just spotted a wounded moose. Clearly this pair couldn’t wait to
pump him full of the Sacred
Bucket’s
poison of the week and use him to satisfy their twisted desires.
Oddly enough Cowlick
noticed that Beastie
Boy
also seemed to have that hungry look….hmmm. Speaking of Just Tino
no one would have expected that in a former life he’d been a priest
yet how could it have been anything else, the way he handled the
Sacred
Missal.
To the utter joy of Comes
Slowly and Sadie
(no leg humping this night) our virgin belted out a heterosexual
parable that had Bigfoot
pawing her crotch and belching with a zest that left Enter
The
Gerbil
in shock. Clearly Semen
Monster
was thinking about a room but not just for sleeping. Once the
estrogen was back in the bottle the pack was off in search of the
trail. Flour having achieved a status akin to rabies in the public
mind our hare chose to set the trail entirely in chalk, pastel, of
course. The pack mentally vague under the best of conditions wandered
about aimlessly at the first check sucking its collective thumb and
whining for a mommy to set them straight. Fucking
Pesto
Chicken
having used his ears, the only appendages he’s used of late, heard
the hare say that she’d used lines of chalk instead of blobs of
flour to mark the trail so the pack should be following the
proverbial dotted line. Trail wound through the woods behind Laguna
Honda Hospital. Those fortunate enough to actually find trail should
seek professional help as clearly something is askew. Whippet
In
and Whippet
Out
were busy taking Tongueless
on a wild ride. Fits In having cleverly removed the batteries from
Tongueless’
torch and claiming yet another late work night was just waiting for
word that the insurance loving pooches had finally taken care of
business. Only Enter
The
Gerbil’s
torch and Drill
Me’s
threats to lock him in a room with Badger
kept the whiner going. Gerbil’s
outstanding sense of direction combined with an inability to follow
trail led the intrepid band back to the start where their hopes of an
early brew were once again shattered by Nutless
Sac’s
locked truck. Nutless,
Bigfoot,
Just Carolyn
and King
Rongjon
had made away for a private beer check at the abode of said large
foot and Mr. Gerbil.
While they pondered weak and weary (thank you Mr. Poe) a taxi arrived
and disgorged Fits
In
who was disconsolate at finding Tongueless
still breathing but recovered enough to use her expertise as a safe
cracker to open Nutless’
truck. Eventually the rest of the errant flock returned to the pen
and the serious drinking was begun. The Sacred
Bucket
was filled with Port wine cooler and while the King’s Fool
dispensed down-downs the King
was lost in reverie creating an epic remembrance of Bitch In Heat.
Creativity was the watch word of the evening as Dick
Chick
grabbed a piece of chalk and as if in a trance traced out a Bitch In
Heat Memorial. Miraculously Shaggy
Dog
touched the artwork with his toe and found himself flat on his back.
Some wags insist that the fifteen cups of punch he’d consumed were
the actual cause but who can say. Dick
Chick
also provided a feast of cupcakes so laden with sugar that a passing
diabetic fell into a coma. The pack was graced by the presence of
old time hashers Shaft
and Plucky
who were last seen slumped over their walkers drooling contentedly.
Gerbil
was also honored to give a down-down to NAMBLA’s Man of the Year,
Manhole
who recently slept with 40 nine year olds. Naked
Hasher
deep in his cups and hearing impaired was awed as he said he’d give
his left nut to sleep with a 49 year old, his last meaningful
relationship having been with Ma Barker. LCB
at this point would be happy to do Ma Barker’s grandma. Chickless
Boner
and Wankee
Doodle
were spotted huddled over the Sacred
Bucket
causing a certain amount of paranoia but it became clear that the
Gypsies’
answer to Bnai Brith were simply blessing the potion. King
Rongjon
reentered the circle and held forth with an ode honoring Bitch In
Heat. I R Stupid
was reduced to tears although Likes
To Lick insists the
tears were caused by his inability to reach the Bucket
and yet another drink. While the King
held court he also anointed Just
John. Wielding the
Sword Of Power
he metamorphosed Just
John
into Rhett
Butthole,
newest member of the Order
of the Sleepless Knights.
McTaco
was there for a few meaningful moments with the Bucket.
Meat
Pie
and No
Hands
were enjoying a peaceful tot when Sammy’s
howling brought them on the *un. Imagine their shock finding Just
Jason
drunkenly trying to have his way with the hairy hound. No
Hands
says copies of the video will be available next week. Much more
alcohol flowed at the Mira Loma Club. Bye Bye Bitch. Cheers.