Run #1662 Manhole Was Stern!
Manhole lured the Gypsies down to Stern Grove at 21st Ave. and Wawona with the promise of a pre-Independence Day pissup! Of course, for the Gypsies any day is fine for pissup. Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger were hoping the keg of Lagunitas Hazy IPA would put them in the mood for more alcohol, what an unusual idea. No sooner was the Outbeer in a parking spot than Pied Piper was slavering to tap the keg and tap it he did to the joy of E=MC Fucked who had been alcohol free for at least an hour and was already showing symptoms of withdrawal! Phone Sex decided to grace the Gypsies with her presence, cheap booze and plenty of it had nothing to do with her decision, uh huh! PS not only graced the pack with her presence but provided the pack with a cleansing of the spirit by providing a breathtaking sermon from the Male Missal. Of course, Phonie being Phonie she whined, mewled and bitched about having to “volunteer” the whole time she preached! With the weather pleasant and the keg flowing the pack wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to be off. Magnum, Not I pulled another pint while averring that he had plenty of time to get lost! Our hare promised the pack a short and flat trail with no shiggy and lots of cavorting dogs. Cavorting dogs was all Tongueless needed to hear to head off. Pastel Gazelle was already on the other end of the leash from the best cavorter of all Just Bandit! Our hare threatened to cut the tap if the pack didn’t get its combined asses in gear. Knowing how surly our hare can be if crossed the pack stormed off in search of trail. Of course, the Lost Patrol was left behind since they have to store all the crap before they can start, oh well! The beauty of complaining in the hash is all the pack ever hears is “Blah, blah, blah, BEER! Trail went into the park at 20th Ave. It wasn’t long before trail hit the woods and headed downhill. As he slipped along, T was mumbling about his life being downhill. While T mumbled Fits In eyerolled, a true division of labor. Trail wound downhill and finally crossed the Stern Grove Entry Rd. Trail took the pack past the newly rebuilt Trocadero Clubhouse and into the Grove itself. Our hare proved true to his word as trail went through the Dog Park. There was PG flying with Just Bandit who kept looking at the other pooches and woofing, “I can lick any of you mutts!” Trail led along one side of Pine Lake and as the water appeared still, Just Alex suggested that Wash This Asshole could do just that and save on his water bill, not that JA was suggesting WTA is cheap! Trail eventually left the park at Wawona St. From there it was just an uphill slog back to the start where parched throats could be dampened. The keg popped out to be covered by the Cloak Of Invisibility which was in turn covered with Vitamin J and a Sacred Bucket filled with Sea Breeze, a hangover standard of FI. As if conjured up by the keg Cheese Turd appeared out of a cloud of smoke and proceeded to drain as much of it down his throat as humanly possible. Ultrahead, back in town, looked on and, pouring ANOTHER Sea Breeze, declared how happy she is to see that in the Gypsies time stands still. Hand Pump received his DFL status while the pack kept pounding piss, slurping cocktails and jamming Vitamin J into their gobs. It was a very usual Thursday with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!