Run #1358 A Secret Agenda
Cuming
Mutha took up residence at the former home of Mr. Bone Jangles,
25th Ave and MLK Jr. Dr. in Golden Gate Park to lay the
trail for the Gypsies but the only agenda he had was in the
Sacred Cooler filled with Lagunitas Secret Agenda.
The pack became a roadside attraction not the least because as usual
Dick Ass Mother Fucker was busy changing into his *unning
attire; at least this time there were no fatalities…this time!
Udder Moron parked his motorcy across the road knowing way
better than to be too closely associated with this band of bandits.
One Night Only declined to drink and kept *unning in place to
maintain her aerobic debt as part of her training for a *un in
England. It saddened Blow Queen to tell ONO that by the
time she got to England her aerobic debt would probably have been
paid and that he thought a master of finance would already have
figured that out. Even BQ can forget that it only takes
half-a-mind to hash and even less with the Gypsies. Cream
Throat Willie was busy creaming his throat with Secret
Agenda and had a crying need to exercise that creamy throat
by sermonizing to the pack. CTW took up the Male Missal
and in his most mellifluous tones regaled the pack with a sermon on
the many types of “cream” that exist. While the sermon was going
on 3 Fingers had his own crowd watching him treat the beer bottles
like a bowling ball keeping 3 in reserve while his other hand held
the one he was drinking. Cream Chugger sniffed that she was
old school and only drank two bottles at a time although she is
training Just Lily to haul them over in her teeth. The pack
was in the mood to move out so Cuming Mutha gave a chalktalk
for the ages, “You all know what you’re doing so do it”. On
that note the pack was off. Trail crossed 25th Ave. and
went up a small hill onto, well, trail. Our hare was leading a patrol
of his own that was less Lost than Lazy and they quickly found road
to parallel the trail. Tongue Depressor and Qaeda Cunt
would have none of that when there were trails to sniff and possibly
varmints to terrorize so they insisted that Tongueless and
Fits in follow the flour not our hare. For a time On All 4s
hung with them but decided that CM knew where he was going
much better than the hounds and broke the connection. At 30th
Ave. trail crossed MLK Jr. Dr. and turned deeper into the woods.
Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger followed a trail that
existed nowhere but in the depths of their minds and spent a good
deal of the time arguing over which of the minds to use. At one point
the Lost Patrol, the real one, was overtaken by a brace of
bims who turned out to be cum from behind pack members, Abusement
Park late of the Columbia, South CarolinaH3 and Just Aria.
Our hare gave the pack an Eagle/Turkey split and Gobble My Ass
felt a need to gobble along with the flightless birds. Who’s
Your Daddy could be heard off in the woods bemoaning the lack of
any nearby saloons to break the monotony of putting one foot in front
of the other. Without Bitches Bitch to keep her on the straight and
narrow Lois Lame spent measure of the time wandering in the
woods but she is nothing if not game. Somewhere along the line 5150
came shooting out the woods his ski poles flashing. Dr. Kimble
suggested that 5150 might be happier not being on skis in the
woods. Eventually the pack found it’s way back to the start, many
of them actually cuming in on trail. The sight of the Sacred
Bucket filled with Yellow Peril sent ONO screaming into
the night and she won’t be seen again until England is in her
rearview mirror. Missed Delivery once again looked as though
he’d spent his time not on trail but in the sweatlodge and turned
to the Bucket for hydration. Peteophile and Scarlette
O’Hairy were there to take part in the bacchanalian part of the
evening as was Deadbeat who arrived to take up the mantle of
DFL. The Bucket put Scarlette in mind of haring yet
another trail; the Bucket does exercise mind control. Tears
Of Semen took one look at the Bucket and realized that the Sacred
Cooler is where safety lay. Tongueless, Sword Of Power
in hand convened the Circle and Fits In poured Yellow Peril
down-downs. Tongueless’ Penis and Abusement Park
and Missed Delivery said they were like a pair of Redwoods
with a dandelion between them. No more Bucket for MD!
Cheers.