Run #1614 If You Want a Figment
You Need an Imagination!
Just Bandit decided he wanted to relax at home it being the
August 1 start of the “dog days of summer” so being good pawrents Just Fuck
Off and Pastel Gazelle stepped to the line and laid the Gypsies
trail. With a pooch to please they had to start the trail from home at Mayfair
and Sheffield in Dailey City. Manhole, a dog guy to the nth degree
delivered a keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA to keep
the pack happy. Of course, Just Bandit got the majority of attention,
but Backside Banger was there to make sure the keg got enough attention
as well. It was a family afternoon or at least early evening as Yank Me,
Daddy dragged Choke Me, Daddy and Exaggerated Crack into the
conclave. That big daddy himself, Who’s Your Daddy was there to oversee
the family’s behavior, leaving a ton of leeway! Being in the well mannered suburbs the pack
already felt blessed so there was no reason to have any religion and instead
the pack was off in search of the carefully laid trail. Pied Piper gimped
along while 5 Angry Inches set a furious pace that would have been more
effective if he’d actually been on trail. Being at
the back of the pack paid off for PP as usual since the more completely bodied
solved the checks for him. Now Bitch Pimp took that method of saving effort
truly to heart by not being able to find the start until the pack was back. Cuming
Mutha did his usual dashing off to raise his aerobic debt while On All
4s and Backwash watched his gyrations on OA4s iPhone and let
his efforts guide them in their journey. Twinkle Dick found the time on trail to be a real learning experience since Wash This
Asshole with only TD to walk with provided a treatise of Insta Pots including
the exact time and temperature at which to cook every legume that has ever
existed. For the rest of the evening TD was still gibbering to himself! Trail
took the pack on not only a tour of the neighborhood but of the open space
areas as well. No doubt Just Bandit has left his mark on many bits of
greenery. Eventually the pack stopped tormenting the hares’ neighbors and took
up residence in their backyard. The pack knew that the trail was over since 5150
was there, his presence usually signifies that there is nothing left to do but
drink. E=MC Fucked is working on an equation to prove beyond a doubt
that the presence of 5150 means the end of the trail. Dr. Kimble checked
for blood on trail but found all and sundry still
intact. Hand Pump was stunned to find that he would be going home garbage
bag free. Cheese Turd, who makes an effort to
arrive so late that the pack is already blitzed, and he can have his way with
the keg, arrived and had his way with the keg. The pack was still standing,
well, leaning anyway long into the evening and Just Bandit was happily
making the rounds in search of anything drunken fingers might have dropped. He
was of course happy to share any finds with Yank Me, Daddy! The pack
gave a resounding multiple thumbs up to JFO and PG for the
evening they’d provided. Cheers.