Run #1552 You Can
Always Tell the Artsy Crowd!
Cuming Mutha got himself a twofer by starting the
last Gypsies’ trail of May the same place he started the Whine &
Chowder Society trail on Monday, the Palace of Fine Arts on Lyon St. CM’s
directions called for parking on the “south end of the museum by the yellow
barrier” great except most of the Gypsies are non-compass mentis! Still the
promise of cheap alcohol worked its wonders the pack managed to arrive at the
right location to spot the Outbeer and relish the tapping of the keg of Lagunitas
IPA. This isn’t to say that the civilians celebrating graduations were totally
envious but there was much whispering and pointing. Of course, no one could be
sure it was the keg engendering those whispers and stares or Pastel Gazelle’s
wardrobe choice! It couldn’t have been that hard to find the start since Return
To Gender from Ft. Lauderdale was back and Jedi Mind Dick made it
all the way from Guam via Vallejo. Dr. Kimble was interested in whether JMD
knew anyone he’d *un with when he was on Guam but
apparently it’s really hard to do the trails there with a walker! There was some
question about a warmer location but the laughter from the pack RTG knew
how foolish he was to even think that possible in SF in the summer. Jedi
Mind Dick, a true hasher, stepped up to bless the pack with a reading from
the Male Missal and in a voice that rang loud and true brought a feeling
of grace to the pack and left Wash This Asshole needing to borrow a “Handy
Wipe” from 5150. Speaking of 5150, Udder Moron wondered if
his presence at the start of a trail wasn’t a sign of the Apocalypse!
CM was laying trail and left the chalktalk to Tongueless who was
adept at pointing to all the satanic symbols CM had drawn but the pack
barely heard what he said what with his head spinning like a 2023 Linda Blair!
Trail took the pack down Palace Dr. and through assorted parking lots to Girard
Rd. and into the Presidio of more precisely into the new Presidio Tunnels Park
over Highway 101. Who’s Your Daddy *an had to get to tryout the new Public
restrooms to add to his ever-growing collection. Apparently WYD takes
everyone needs a hobby seriously. 5150 also stopped to seek relief but
he ended up driving off a car breaker who actually pulled a gun on him. 5150
earned the thief’s ire not by stopping the break in but by claiming the thief
was too young to be driving and asking to see his Learners’ Permit. Around the
Crossroads Overlook the pack lost Chickenboner who couldn’t stop taking
pics. Trail went through the Campfire Circle but only King Of Bed Bugs wanted
to stop, sing and tell ghost stories, This is to what
not drinking can lead. Trail passed the Walt Disney Family Museum and turned onto
Presidio Blvd. past the Yoda Fountain, across the shiggy and Richardson Ave back
to the museum. Passing through the columns Che Gayvara was off on a rant
about tops of pillars representing asses’ not faces. He
was once again blaming the capitalist running dogs for sexualizing the stones.
As the pack rounded Palace Dr. they were joined by Cheese
Turd who felt a need to drink in the art or at least the keg. T was
stopped by a family celebrating a graduation and asked to take some family
pics. They let him take the pics even after he asked if they wanted any tasteful
nudes. The keg was tapped and covered by the Cloak of Invisibility and
the Vitamin J was stacked up. Fits In provided Sacred Thermi
filled with hot cocoa and the Peppermint Schnapps and Kahlua to go with it. Bitch
Pimp arrived to partake of the “feast” and bitch and moan about how hard it
was to make the Gypsies from where she works. Pied Piper gave BP’s
rant a 10 and Hand Pump awarded her the Bag Of Garbage, what an honor. WYD
announced that with summer approaching he would be leading his Tour De Toilets
again and urged the pack to sign up! Tongueless swung the Sword Of
Power and convened the Circle. Jedi Mind Dicks was brought into the
Circle to entertain the pack and being a true hasher went straight to dropping
his shorts and waving his wang around, everyone laughed at what they took to be
his joke. The keg farted and died in the midst of WTA filling a last
pint. Cheers.