Run #491 Urban Shiggy
Who
knew about Thumper’s interest in genetics? Who knew how
fascinated he is by the effects of toxicity on DNA? Wow, Thumper
the Gypsies’ answer to Watson and Crick! There he was last
Thursday using his haring chores to perform experiments on that most
expendable category of test subjects hashers. Should any of those who
*an last Thursday’s trail ever become pregnant or even less likely
induce a pregnancy it will be interesting to see what Thumper’s
trail wrought. Just Laura in a blatant attempt to undermine
Beats Me’s effort to earn the coveted title of Gypsy
Madame tossed a fresh chunk of bimbo into the stew. Her
contribution Just Christine, visiting from Las Vegas, did a
splendid job adding to the Gypsies’ religious education. In
an unusual exercise of good judgment Fuck Me; Father steered
his squeeze Just Andrea away from the crowd. It had suddenly
dawned on him that perhaps her convent trained ears might find the
Sacred Missal offensive thereby diminishing the likelihood of
him getting any later. Religion having been dealt with it was time
for Thumper’s experiment to begin. Trail took the pack
across 280 and into a homeless encampment where Naked Hasher
and the Ripper were stunned to find several former Whine &
Chowder Society GMs who were washed away when the dot.com bubble
burst. Still once a hasher always a hasher and they were more than
happy to share their bottle of Tokay with him. Just Doesn’t Get
it had a terrible time keeping them from tossing Napoleon
Bonerdog onto the barbi. Having whined and dined with the down
and out the pack found itself on hands and knees tunneling through
the foliage and urban detritus that so adds to San Francisco’s
ambience. I R Stupid was especially pleased with the soiled
diaper that stuck to his hand once again living up to his name and
the old tampon sticking out of Jackoff’s sock was the
perfect accessory. Ever the adherent to waste not want not Chickless
Boner was delayed while searching through the forest of used
condoms and pocketing those he considered most salvageable. Leave it
to Chickless to hang around where even rats fear to tread.
Seeing the look of horror on Udder Moron’s face when CB
offered to share the wealth was, as they say in the commercial,
priceless. While the rest of the pack was communing with the cause of
diseases not seen since the 14th century Tongueless
was surrounding himself with bimbos. Seriously hors d’*unning due
to a toenail ripped off buy Fits In during one of her hormone
replacement therapy induced rages, and you thought she was a saint,
the poor devil was forced to spend the evening with the likes of
Latex Dreams; Thumper’s only reason to go on living.
Unfortunately for him the bimbos were interested in fawning over
Whippet In and Whippet Out not him. The trail led the
pack back across Ocean and into the BART station where only Enter
The Gerbil’s vigilance prevented D’anglin Anglin from
boarding a train in search of flour. Trail then circle jerked itself
back to the start. Almond Joy couldn’t have cared less since
he was focused on High Beams, from the WasatchH3, whose tits
were his guiding light. While the rest of the pack was enjoying a
chance to climb over a shopping cart, hop a fence, and climb a tree
all before becoming lost in the building maze at SF City College No
Hands was enjoying a beer at the beer check. Some would say it
pays to follow the trail. The beer check took place in one of the
reservoirs turned into a parking lot where those walkers were able to
not only watch the less than half minded members of the pack totally
ignore Drill Me and Bite Size strolling along the rim
and continue into the night but tune into the Nutless and Just Esther
show once again. By the time she’s done with him he’ll have two
less than perfect legs. Bigfoot did a masterful job of taping
this week’s episode and once she adds music the tape will be
available from her rental wanking library. The pack finally made its
way back to the start at the parking lot in Balboa Park where the
table was set and the Sacred Bucket was filled in front of the
Ingleside police station. As one departing copper told Tongueless
where could the pack have been safer? While Fuck Me; Father’s
attentions were focused on trying to not look like a drunken fool (a
fruitless effort) to impress Just Andrea his pooch Libby’s
attentions were focused on teaching Otto what bitch means.
After downing several cups of River Madness Manhole was heard
to comment on how similar Libby and Otto were to his
relationship with his wife… just before he dissolved into tears.
Ballot Box and Officer Dibble, from the TrinityH3, were
especially pleased with the trail allowing as how crawling through
all the garbage had saved them hours and money in shopping for
souvenirs. Speaking of saving time, Beats Me produced Just
Heather from New York, already wrapped in a blanket and ready to
go. Go Nad opened the bidding but his low balling just assured
a continuation of his no balling. Swinging King Rongjon
swung the Sword Of Power and dominated the circle drowning
evil doers in down-downs. When he ran out of alcohol the pack ran out
of interest and moved on to Mama’s for Mexican. Quick Igor where’s
that brain. Cheers.