Run #1579 Back By No Demand Whatsoever!
Sheep do stray from the fold and E=MC Fucked went astray for a long time, well this black sheep returned to the fold and feeling sheepish over his long absence laid a trail for the Gypsies from the Dutch Windmill in Golden Gate Park off of JFK Dr. and 47th Ave.! When the Outbeer arrived carrying a keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA it slid into a space in front of the Queen Wilhelmina Garden because ya gotta stop and smell the roses sometimes. The pack started occupying what parking was available and Backside Banger was on his knees begging to have the keg tapped. Hand Pump being one of nature’s true gents raised BB to his feet and with the keg flowing freely actually held the first cup of sweet nectar to BB’s lips. Even though the tears that formed were joyful ones it’s always hard to see a grown man cry! Just Tim a deer in the headlights newbie turned away from all that emotion. Tongueless inquired how he’d found the Gypsies and JT said Cherry Chaser a Whine and Cheese wanker had told him. T led JT by the hand to the back of the Outbeer and introduced him to the pack as the evening’s minister. It’s probably unkind to say the pack snickered at T’s gentility and Pastel Gazelle suddenly yelled, “*un, *un for your life!” T just smiled his death head smile and handed JT the Male Missal pointing out the verse to be read. JT’s eyes didn’t quite leap from their sockets, but they did pop! The pack ate up the sermon, Dr. Kimble was so taken that he stopped shoveling peanuts into his gob! On that high note E= sent the pack into the night to search for his marks. On All 4s organized the Lost Patrol and promising to care for them led the LP off after the rest. Trail crossed JFK and dashed into the woods before turning to parallel JFK. As the Public Restrooms were passed Tri Crapelete raised a fist to honor Who’s Your Daddy and his restroom fetish. Trail stayed in the woods, only coming out as it crossed MLK, Jr. Dr., then back and around the Lincoln and 45th Ave, Playground. The sight of Daffy Fuck and Wash This Asshole going up and down on the teetertotter had Manhole clawing at his eyes, how sad that once seen there are things that can never be unseen! Trail continued through the woods. The Bison Paddock was passed, and Chain of Lakes Drive felt the pounding hoof beats of the pack. Trail zipped past North Lake. As trail shot past Wise Forest Preschool, Wet And Sloppy was heard mumbling, “Thank goodness that no kids are here to see this bunch.” Fits In replied, “Cold...but true!” Trail passed the Archery Field and left the park at Fulton only to reenter the woods and return to the start. Just as the pack arrived so did the rain, oops. Cuming Mutha stared at the sky and howled, “It DOES NOT RAIN on Thursday!” CM swears he heard, Oops” as the rain stopped. Just to be safe the keg, its Cloak Of Invisibility, all the Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with mulled wine were transferred to the base of the Windmill where a ledge covered the pack and allowed them to drink and stay dry. Out of the night rode Cherry Chaser himself to partake of the festivities and make sure Just Tim hadn’t been too badly abused. With the pack packed in T took the opportunity to wield the Sword Of Power and wreak havoc in the Circle with down-downs a plenty! As E=MC Fucked allowed, you don’t need to be a physicist to get the Gypsies to blow! Cheers.
On In!