Run #1389 A Honey of a Drink Check
In
an attempt to recreate his last trail that he never heard the pack
sing his praises Manhole started last week’s Gypsies
trail from the parking lot of the Senior Services Center in Golden
Gate Park. While the pack gathered our hare got to put down pints of
his favorite elixir, Lagunitas Czech Pils. The taste
was sweeter since the last time he laid a trail he didn’t get to
drink thanks to a dead battery in his Mercedes and a two-hour wait
for AAA. Bitches Bitch was crowing about his new title of
“Handmaiden to Hashers Too Dumb to_______ “ you fill in
the blank! Adopt A Pussy gave him a ton of business cards in
case the rescued want to blame someone else for their problem and
need an attorney. The hash is so great for networking, Bitch Pimp
pointed out to BB that she did not need to be rescued from
Qaeda Cunt’s snout in the crotch “Hello” and in fact
kind of liked the sensation. When Phone Sex arrived BEFORE the
pack took off Hand Pump declared it a sign of the Apocalypse.
While pack members arrayed themselves around the keg Che Gayvara
arrived and provided the pack with sermon from the Male Missal
averring that sermons from the Gypsies’ Missals were
the only acceptable religious activity. Manhole provided a
chalktalk emphasizing that the pack carry money or credit cards since
he was taking them past a vast shopping experience. With visions of
being heroes of the economy the pack set off in search of his marks.
First into the night was “Saint” Titty Boo Boo off to
breath air more permeated with alcohol than estrogen as the women in
his life were on the East Coast. Trail immediately took the pack out
of the park and into the avenues where CSI was able to stress
test her ankles and knees on the pavement. Trail took the pack up to
Balboa St. with its myriad of eat and drinkeries the odors of which
Tongue Depressor found absolutely transporting. So
transporting were the odors that TD kept dragging Tongueless
through open doors. Trail turned down 27th Ave. and took
the pack back towards the park. At this point Blow Queen appeared
from the darkness and crossed back into the darkness that is GG Park.
On All 4s and Fits In were discussing using their
phones to keep track of their not really so great-halfs. FI said
she doesn’t need an app since T’s whining can’t be
missed. Once back in the park the pack was treated to our hare and
able assistant Bitch Pimp pouring brandy and honey shots as a
drink check. No one needed to be asked twice! The pack moved steadily
through the dark cuming around Spreckels Lake and around the back of
the parking lot. With no picnic tables the whole shebang just got
whipped out of the Outbeer and onto the parking lot. The
Sacred Thermi were filled with hot cider and rum instantly
fighting off the chill. Dr. Kimble was more chilled than he
thought so he fought that much harder but still managed to pass the
test to keep his keys. Admittedly that sobriety test was graded by
Tongueless’ Penis so make of it what you will! Cuming
Mutha solved the problem by handing On All 4s the car
keys. OA4’s watched him and told Lois Lame that she’d
just look in the backseat if she wondered where CM was. King
Rongjon ambled in and partook of the Thermi and keg, once
all his parts were thoroughly lubricated he took up the Sword Of
Power and convened the Circle transporting the pack to Rongjon
World. Jack The Ripper looked on declared the pack could
now clearly see why he enjoyed being not just DFL but VERY DFL The
pack filled growlers and their faces as the King railed on!
Cheers.