Run #1379 Eat Enough Cracker Jacks and You’ll Get a Drivers’
License!
Who’s
Your Daddy laid the Gypsies’ trail last week from 21st
and Wawona. Originally he gave the start as 20th and Wawona but moved
it to where the Outbeer usually parks anyway! While the pack
gathered they pounded pints of Lagunitas IPA and
enjoyed the free and very entertaining show of Could You Get This
Out For Me a visitor from the ValdostaH3, try to park. Of course
at that point no one knew who she was so they just cheered on his
attempts to put the car into a space that Fits In claimed even
Tongueless could park in; yes, it was THAT big! One Night
Only who owns the Mercedes that was at the front of the space
wept in agony and screamed, “DON’T hit my car!” during the
entire show! Cuming Mutha and On All 4s, whose car was
at the rear of the space merely knelt in prayer…when they finally
stopped laughing. CYGTOFM was accompanied by Makes Men Melt
who actually lives in Sacto. MMM looked particularly fetching
in his pink tutu. The Gypsies were graced by even more
visitors in the form of Neighnooo and Bony Throbbins
late of the OkinawaH3. They were able to bond quickly with Dr.
Kimble over their experiences with the Navy although Dr. K
demurred at being called “Sir” and saluted by them! Always
looking for a new revenue stream Banana In Public was busily
taking bets on what kind of animal would make it’s way into Bitches
Bitch’s car this week but Lois Lame made sure the door
was closed for a change. After her prize winning parking performance
it was natural that CYGTOFM would provide the pack’s
religious experience and from the Missal Without A Name as
well. Our reader made sure that the entire neighborhood was in on the
sermon not only booming it out but also turning to make sure all the
pack was included. On that note the pack was off to find the trail
that WYD was laying live. Trail took the pack into Stern Grove
via the ass end of Wawona past Parkside Square before entering the
woods themselves. Indeed there was a Lost Patrol and our visitors
from Ga. were enmeshed with it following the lead of Tongue
Depressor and Qaeda Cunt who sniffed out the flour left
behind by WYD. Past the Concert Meadow trail crossed to the
other side of the Grove and proceeded to wind it’s way up and down
the myriad levels of trails through the Grove. The LP finally
exited the park onto Crestlake Dr. near Vale and then made the fatal
error of listening to the bleating of Tongueless insisting he
knew where he was going. Fits In fairly choked on her
laughter. Speaking the error of their way visitors N and BT
had made the mistake of following ONO on climb that they
found went nowhere. Can you say, “Blind leading the blind”? In
his finite wisdom T dragged the LP all the way around
Stern Grove while looking for another way to descend into the park.
Fits In was quick to point out that no such entrance existed.
What they did find was where true trail had exited the park and OA4s
leading the Okinawans and Pied Piper on true trail. Eventually
the pack was back at the start minus Lois Lame who was nowhere
to be found even though Bitches Bitch redid trail twice
looking for her. Manhole rejected BB’s request that
Mans Best Hole use her Lab nose to ferret out the missing LL.
5150, always a thinker, recommended that Tongueless’
Penis just stand there like a beacon but TP wasn’t
thrilled with the flashlight in his mouth or the turning in a circle
part. Instead Phone Sex led a prayer circle of one and
miraculously LL appeared out of the park. The keg was tapped
and the Sacred Bucket filled with Yellow Peril, a perennial
favorite that the visitors overindulged in as usual. At least they
had plenty of Vitamin J to soak up the alcohol. PP brought out
more chocolates and T wept with joy before securing the Sword
Of Power and convening the Circle. Just because he tried to peel
the tattoos off Bony Throbbins with the Sword
was no reason for Cuming Mutha to accuse T of being
drunk! Our visitors made a mighty and mighty successful effort to
entertain the pack with CYGTOFM and MMM providing the
pack with a song that brought wetness to every eye and assorted other
body parts. N and Bony Throbbins provided the Gypsies’
bims with a show of their manhoods that were wiggled an jiggled and
had Lois Lame still calling out that they were no where near
the size of Tongueless’ Penis. Eat My Pussy announced
the Whine and Chowder Society AGM proving once again that imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery since it only took them 24 years to
change Annual General Meeting to Anal Grand Mockery ala the Gypsies
from year 1. Cheers.