Run #1664 Sex Addict Anonymous Meets There So Why Not the Gypsies?
Lois Lame brought the Gypsies to the Recreation House Cabin on Tennessee Valley Road in Mill Valley to contemplate nature. The small parking lot filled with Gypsies looking forward to pounding piss al fresco! Manhole rolled up in the clown car and Adopt A Pussy nearly tripped over his floppy shoes trying to make it to the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’. Looking at all the posted flyers showing the various groups that use the cabin Wash This Asshole was particularly taken by the flyer for Sex Addicts Anonymous. When Hose Blower asked why WTA was so interested, WTA said, “Well, in that dating pool you know what you’re getting!” Bitches Bitch decided the pack needed to focus on something more spiritual so he snagged the Male Missal and preached a sermon that had Pastel Gazelle covering Just Bandit’s ears yet again! Our hare gathered the pack around for a chalk talk then sent them off to meet their fate! Trail took the pack along the creek and through the Tam Valley Community Center back to Tennessee Valley Road. At the junction with the Oakwood Valley Trail some false assumptions were made by the hale and hearty FRBs like PG and Just Bandit along with HB and, for just a smidge, Wham Bam Thank You Tam. Dr. Kimble had reconned the trail and realized it went to the right catching the Rhubarb Trail. The halt the lame and the cowardly confirmed Dr. K’s efforts and started up the trail. As the trail climbed and narrowed Tongueless was already weeping bitter tears and Fits In was chivying him along; one wonders where FI acquired that cattle prod. Even though the trail was well marked the pack had their choice confirmed when R U Gay with Just Cougar came flying past them *unning the trail backwards! Trail finally turned steeply downhill and led to the parking lot behind the Tam Valley Elementary School complex. Bell Lane took them back to Marin Ave. and finally back to Tennessee Valley Road and the start. Our hare, LL, and BB were off looking for lost sheep, none of which they found since even the lost found themselves as proved by the return of Hand Pump and Bitch Pimp! The picnic tables beside the building were soon covered with Vitamin J and a Sacred Bucket filled with River Madness. The keg was tapped and the pack settled into the usual bacchanalian behavior. 5150 arrived in his usual timely fashion to work at draining the keg and the Bucket! Just Bandit settled down to vacuuming up any chips that hit the ground. Just Cougar, being a Guide Dog breeder maintained his dignity and stayed aloof from the chips etc. There were no Sheriff’s Deputies dropping in to remind the pack about noise complaints. It was another example of “will wonders never cease” with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!