Run #1610 Play
Your Didgeridoo Red, White, and Blue in the Face!
In a sanity questioning act of generosity Cuming Mutha
and On All 4s not only laid the trail for the Gypsies’ 4th
of July trail but granted the pack entrance into their home and fed them a
repast that was wholly undeserved, welcome but undeserved! In the interest of
not getting them “swatted” the actually address will not be revealed, Magellan
is close enough so some of the nondrivers could take the Muni to Forest Hills
and walk. Speaking of walking that was how Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow got
there, not that it was much of a haul. The Outbeer arrived but it wasn’t
carrying a keg since our hares had requested some good real ale like London
Pride and Old Speckled Hen. Hand Pump was tasked
with delivering the goods and as usual performed flawlessly. The pack had its
usual effect on both parking spaces and frightening civilians. It’s not hard to
understand the sight of Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy swilling
piss while they swaggered on the sidewalk sending families skittering into
their own yards and barring the gate! The pack arrived in its usual dribs and drabs
and stacked up down the slope in front of Chez CM and OAFs.
As if the Gypsies’ regulars weren’t bad enough the EBH3 sent Pro
Boner, it’s unclear if he’s a shyster or sex worker. Possibly the Whine and
Chowder Society’s Sex Ray Cynthia can work it out! When a sweat streaked
Magnum, Not I staggered down the steps the poor devil was whining that
he arrived and saw no pack on the sidewalk so he *an the
trail until he realized he might have fucked up, go figure! With the front area
bulging with humanity our hares decided to pop the pressure gauge and sent the
pack off. There was no need for religious service after the “Miracle” of 5150
arriving before the pack was actually off and he brought HerAssic
Park to prove she still lived. Off shot the pack and the Lost Patrol
led by Tongueless, a mistake waiting to happen! Speaking of mistakes
waiting to happen Pied Piper was with the LP just in case an even
bigger mistake was called for. Trail led down past Forest Hill Station and
across Laguna Honda Blvd. The entire pack survived the Laguna Honda Blvd. kill zone.
Trail led through the Laguna Honda Hospital grounds and left pavement behind at
the Betty Sutro Meadow. Trail stayed off the beaten track
and in the woods. Not that the trail was dark and frightening but at one point Just
Doesn’t Get It came thundering off a side trail and Wash This Asshole
fell gasping with the vapors. Not wanting anyone to get their aerobic debt cancelled
our hares made sure that the trail climbed and climbed through the woods. For
those who felt a need the trail could be extended, how funny is that. The LP
chose to exit at the Laguna Honda Trail Head and head down Clarendon to Magellan
where they climbed the Grand Pacheco Stairway, the sting in the scorpion’s
tail! Once back at the start our hares threw open their doors and the animals
entered to forage for food and drink. The repast provided was nothing short of
AMAZING. Outside the grill was covered in sausages and burgers. Udder Moron
gazed at the board covered with salads et al well beyond his wildest dreams and
mumbled “We are not worthy!” Princess Slut or as the Gypsies know
her, Me, Me, Me looked at the fare announcing that she might find something worthy of her presence. Fits
In had prepared a Sacred Bucket of River Madness but there was so
much alcohol provided by the founders of the feast that it never left the Outbeer
and wasn’t missed! Motor Mount chose that moment to appear. At this
point CM brought out his collection of didgeridoos, yes, you did read collection with the avowed intent of seeing who could actually play one. Our hare
provided a lesson in the proper lip work to make a sound appear! Who would have
guessed that kangaroo calling had been a hobby of E=MCFucked?
JDGI was so taken with the instrument that Do Her Well had to pry
it from his fingers, the crowbar OAFs provided really helped. Our hares
really did out do themselves and provided a truly gala Fourth of July for the Gypsies.
Cheers.