Run #1384 Would You Like
Some Alcohol with Your Sugar and Fat?
Scarlette
O’Hairy and her
minion, the irrepressible Just
Travis, laid last
week’s Gypsies’
trail from the Immigrant Gap Overlook in the Presidio but they might
as well have started at the South Pole since the cold and wind had
the whole pack assuming that’s where they were! Most of the parking
was along the road on both sides so there was plenty of space.
Scarlette
used Peteophile’s
truck to reserve a space for the Outbeer
and as Fits In
piloted the alcohol central auto into the pace One
Night Only prayed
to the Hashing Gods to keep her Mercedes pristine. Pristine wouldn’t
ever be used to describe Slicker
N’ Snots mind and
even less so after the way he checked out our visitors She
Came and Bang
For Your Buck from
Harrisburg-HersheyH3. Since an evil mind is a great comfort S’NS
was very comfortable. The keg of Lagunitas
Czech Pils did
nothing to warm the pack but at least they were as cold inside as
outside so there was some balance. Bang
For Your Buck
provided plenty of heat with her sermon from the Missal
With No Name. Closet Twitcher
announced to all an sundry that it’s the hardest he’s been in a
decade but Tongueless’
Penis, who knows
something about that kind of appendage, looked at it and declared CT
was more likely to get frostbite than a piece. On that note Scarlette
gave a chalktalk while laughing so no one had any idea what she said
which was fine. At this point in the year it’s dark at the start so
a light is definitely needed especially in the woods where Scarlette
of course had them but of course we’re talking about the Gypsies
here so you can imagine what happened. While the pack sped off in
search of marks our hares sped off to create a sugar, fat, and beer
check. Trail crossed Washington Blvd and dropped into the woods.
Peteophile
announced that since he’d helped scout trail he knew how to get to
the beer check, at least he didn’t say he had a bridge to sell
cheap! Pencil Dick
had Just Arlo
and JA,
Tongue Depressor,
and Qaeda Cunt had
a fine time on a sniffari through the woods. Our hares made a
determined effort to stay off cement and thanks to that those
torchless people had a fine time unning
into trees; their periodic sheiks of pain let the Lost Patrol know it
was still on trail, um, or at least close to it! Dr. Kimble was
*unning a good bit of the trail and his only problem was lifting his
knees high enough to clear the fallen! Apparently the beer check was
originally planned to be at the Log Cabin but when our hares got
there a private event was in full swing so they moved it on down the
road. It would probably have been easier to have Just
Travis waving a
light to get the pack’s attention but 5150
thought JT’s
leaping about in
the nude added a nice touch to what Scarlette
referred to as the “Shit Show of Shit Shows”! Our visitors were
certainly awed by JT’s,
um, skills. As you might imagine it was no warmer at the check and
the just to add insult to frigid temperatures JT made sure the pack
*an all the was down to the beach and back up. Hand
Pump insisted that
the covering of sand on him did nothing to contribute to any warmth.
She Came
and Bang For Your
Buck were
noticeably cold and had goosebumps on their goosebumps. They pointed
out how hard the trail was to follow in the dark in the woods and
every the voice of kindness Tongueless
pointed out that
only a fucking moron wouldn’t have a light. She
Came agreed and
said that their lights were staying warm in their hotel room so
technically they DID HAVE lights. Our hares had an assortment of
beers in a cooler as well as Halloween themed cupcakes, cookies,
brownies and anything that might move your AC1 level to new and
dangerous heights. They also had Just
Katya appear to
announce that this evening was not
“Steak and a Blowjob Night” so she’d cum to the Gypsies.
Lois Lame and
Bitches Bitch
danced a comedic pas de deux by looking for each other only to keep
missing each other. Eventually even the Two Stooges were reunited. BB
wept bitter tears and pounded his breast in guilt that he’d been
with Pied Piper
on trail and been so oblivious that he hadn’t noticed Piper’s
repeated trip and falls had less to do with alcohol consumption than
lack of a light. At this point Phone
Sex added some
comic relief by ringing T
and saying that she and King
Ronjon had arrived
late and gone on trail only to become hopelessly lost so returned to
the start and were in need of alcohol. Their cri de coeur touched
even T’s
cold heart so when 5150
announced he knew the fastest way back off they went to the rescue.
Somewhere around Kobbe Ave. She
Came denounced 5150
as not having the vaguest idea where he was going which happily
proved to be untrue. Eventually the pack, all of it, was back at the
start and even Slicker
‘N Snot woke up
from his nap and came to drink. The Sacred
Bucket was filled
with River Madness made with lemonade instead of limeade but just as
much vodka as ever. Our visitors not only didn’t have lights but no
warm clothes either. The kindness of the pack prevailed and various
sweats and jackets were provided them. Apparently it doesn’t get
dark and cold this time of year in Pennsylvania. They wanted the
Circle to open on the spot but the Gypsies follow their own clock.
King Rongjon
has been taking his curmudgeon pills in an even stronger dose so he
refused to do any down-downs. Tongueless
took up the Sword Of
Power in his stead
and conducted a Circle, of course by then our visitors had fled, um,
along with the King.
Needless to say enough alcohol and Vitamin J was consumed to put a
bloom on the evening! Cheers.