Run #1368 How Far Can You Go and Never Really Leave?
Who’s
Your Daddy decided to answer that question with the trail he laid
for the Gypsies last week. The start was at 5th
Ave. and MLK, Jr. Dr., a place that doesn’t really exist but can
still be found; that should have given the pack an idea of what was
to cum. On the other hand since it only takes half a mind to hash the
pack probably didn’t bother to think of that. Their half minds were
more firmly fixed on the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin
that was tapped and waiting for them. As usual the pack blocked the
sidewalk and as usual the civilians moved past them as gingerly as
possible. No even semi-sane person wants to get to close to the likes
of Twinkle Dick who is among the finalists for the “Homeless
Poster Boy” contest. “Saint” Titty Boo Boo is jealous of
how much money TD manages to pick up on trail. “S” TBB
is even more concerned now that he has to think about the college
fund for Just Rosalie the tiniest Gypsy. Speaking of
JR, “S” TBB and The Cunt Next Door wisely
are breaking her in early and had her there. This of course means
that TCND didn’t have to worry about leaving early since if
the “milk bottles” leaked she had the little sucker with her to
take care of it. The pack welcomed Just Dan to his first
Gypsies’ trail and only his second hash his first being with
the Whine & Chowder Society. JD was assured that the
Gypsies put on a somewhat different show that would likely
prove more brutal to his liver than his feet. Feeling more secure JD
took up the Male Missal and preached a sermon that had Eat
My Pussy glad that he’d cum. The pack was also graced by the
presence of Dr. Bombardier of the Atlanta branch of the
Gypsies. Since you never know whom you might come across in
the park Cuming Mutha was not surprised to almost be ridden
over by his bike-riding landlord. No worries, which just called for
another calming pint. Our hare was more or less long gone having
nipped into the park to set the trail live. The pack reluctantly
stepped away from the keg and followed. Trail began with a minor
league circle jerk that brought the pack more or less into the bowels
of the park. One thing about WYD is his ego is so huge that he
marks the trail so the pack can follow it and sing his praises or in
the case of Chickenboner hum his praises. Qaeda Cunt
and Tongue Depressor were happy to indulge in all the circle
jerks since there was more to sniff especially when the trail went
through the Robin Williams Picnic Area. When trail went past the
construction site for the GGPark Tennis Courts it was clear that WYD
had meant to go through and found himself blocked. One Night Only
was happy to find that she was forced to cover more ground and hoped
the trail would go on long enough to drop another dress size, that’s
how ONO now evaluates trail. Had this been a Che Gayvara
trail ONO would now be a size 1. Che is thinking about
marketing his trails as a diet fad. Udder Moron is hoping to
invest with CG, now you have an idea how he got Udder Moron
as a name. Trail past Hippie Hill and zipped over the other side of
JFK Dr. WYD took the pack on every trail there was and turned
them all into every growing circle jerks. Phone Sex in her
role as scout managed to cover as much ground as Bitches Bitch on one
of his best days. As trail passed the Dahlia Garden Tongueless’
Penis stopped not only to smell the flowers but also water them;
that’s the Gypsies, environmentally conscious. Once the pack
was all jerked out they congregated in small open area where the keg
was tapped again, the Sacred Bucket filled with River Madness
and the table laid with Vitamin J. Always considerate, Dick Ass
Mother Fucker was resplendent in his bright orange full length
coat. DAMF didn’t want any Park Rangers or SFPD getting
eyestrain looking for the pack of pint pounders. Fuck Norris
loved the trail so much that she wanted to be renamed Fuck Who’s
Your Daddy. Tears Of Semen responded that there were already
enough Fuck Who’s Your Daddies around. King Rongjon convened
the Circle and waggled the Sword Of Power. Just Dan
provided a joke rather than showing one. Fits In kept
refilling the Bucket as River Madness was administered as
down-downs. Tongueless was more than happy to be the living
spittoon for anyone who had already left. Dr. Kimble only does
enough Bucket to give the CHP a fair chance. 5150
turned anything empty into a growler, even one armed he’s a bad
bandit. Cheers.