Run #1562 Pimped Out By Her Mom! 

Bitch Pimp decided to cum out of retirement, so she laid a trail for the Gypsies in Sausalito from Dunphy Park on Bridgeway and Napa. Parking was at premium but the Outbeer was waved into the perfect space so the pack could tap the keg of Adobe Creek Terp Sauce: Nelson, a New England style hazy IPA. Not that he was anxious but Pied Piper was reaching for the tap before the Outbeer was even stopped. Never let it be said that the Gypsies isn’t a family hash, Just Pat was there to oversee BP’s efforts, a caring mom! Once the piss was getting pounded no complaints were heard, um, well of course the air was filled with the plaintive whines of Squeeze Box but they’re so usual that no one even registers them. As usual the arrival of the Gypsies was met by the leaving of civilians thus creating parking spaces. Wash This Asshole is trying to find a way to monetize this ability. So far, no luck since the open parking spaces just go to the Gypsies. Speaking of money, when Tongueless asked Tonya Hardon if she’d brought the $100 to cover their bet she was surprised he still remembered it. Poor TH she should know a cheap slob like T never forgets when moola is concerned. The pack was able to tear itself away from the keg, except of course Backside Banger, to listen to Pied Piper provide them a religious experience from the Male Missal. PP’s preaching created even more parking spaces. It was time for the hare’s chalktalk but BP was busy watching Hose Blower strip, well just his motorcycling gear! Our hare was brought back to reality and suggested that the pack could follow any number of trails with the longest being long and the shortest being less long, the perfect chalktalk! Trail took all concerned through the park and past the piers finally cuming back to Bridgeway and the necessary Don’t Get Killed marking. 5 Angry Inches of course paid no heed to the warning and just moved around the speeding cars like bullfighter waving his cape! Once the pack was safely across it was faced with stairs and stairs and stairs, um, or not. Pastel Gazelle opted for the multiple stairs while the Lost Patrol opted for one set and then taking a lower street. T tried valiantly to convince anyone who cared to listen, no one, that it was just to protect Manhole’s bad knee. Fits In just rolled her eyes and MH just flexed the bad knee! Oddly enough the highway men were soon spotted coming down from the circle jerk they’d “enjoyed”. Trail continued through downtown Sausalito where tourists think they’ve died and gone to heaven, minus their wallets. The LP turned and followed trail along the bay while the “do it or die” were treated to another high-flying circle to get their aerobic debt in the stratosphere! Trail stayed along the bay past houseboats and views of Alcatraz. There were spots where trail was a smidge hard to follow but Dr. Kimble managed to keep the LP on the straight and often very narrow! Eventually all were back at the start and the AC Terp Sauce: Nelson was tapped. The pack took control of a picknic table in the park and the Vitamin J overflowed the table. The Sacred Thermi were filled with hot cider and rum per the hare’s request! 5150 was already there when the pack arrived, and he was growler ready. Oops, the pack was busy making growlers unnecessary! Lois Lame and Hand Pump hove into view and LL made straight for the keg! As luck would have it the park also had a number of dogs enjoying the grassy area and one of the dog people became a fast friend of Adobe Creek, well, we try! Just Pat was proud of BP’s performance and made it clear she was happy to have her daughter be a Pimp for the Gypsies and just hoped she wasn’t too much of a Bitch! The sun was setting as the keg farted and died. The Sacred Thermi picked up the slack and as the sun set over the bay a fully clothed Hose Blower roared off into the night. Pastel Gazelle tried to remember where he’d parked and Backside Banger and Manhole both passed their breathalyzer tests by a wink and a nod. Bitch Pimp had called the Gypsies to party, and they’d lived up to her. Yep, another perfectly wasted Thurs. Cheers.