Run #1625 Where’s the Gutter in Lawn Bowling?
Who’s Your Daddy brought the Gypsies to one of his favorite spots, the San Franciso Lawn Bowling Club parking lot in Golden Gate Park. One of the fun things is watching the pack and civilians all dueling for a parking space. Rest assured our hare had a space just waiting for the Outbeer. Manhole and Pied Piper hovered over the spot like vultures! They couldn’t wait for the keg of Lagunitas IPA to be tapped but they forced themselves to be calmish. Once the tap was in the keg all bets were off. When Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy were added to the mix around the keg it was like watching the Marx Bros. in A Night with the Gypsies! It’s hard to imagine what WYD promised Butt Plug FRED to suck him over the Bay Bridge, but it really doesn’t matter because WYD won’t deliver it! Jack The Ripper was there as living proof of, well, let’s just leave it at as living proof, you fill in the blank! As thoughts turned to religion, 5150 arrived, this caused E=MC Fucked to bow his head and declare the arrival of 5150 before the trail ended a major miracle and all the religious experience the pack needed. As Backwash steadied a swooning Wash This Asshole, it was obvious that E= was right and the pack &ran into the night! Trail took all concerned out of the parking lot before circle-jerking them back onto Bowling Green Drive. As they dashed past the Tennis Center, 5 Angry Inches strode up to the fence and suddenly yelled, “Out”, leaving the players suddenly arguing his call. At JFK Dr. trail tuned back up Nancy Pelosi Dr. and headed into the woods leading to the National Aids Memorial Grove. By this point Twinkle Dick was babbling that WYD couldn’t have set the trail because it hadn’t gone past any Public Restroom. Leave it to Twink to come up with a conspiracy theory. Chicken Boner just smiled and kept her own counsel! Trail passed the Monarch Bear Grove. Roots kept reaching out to trip Tongueless, but he staggers so much that he went through them like strings on a guitar and managed to stay upright. Eventually the pack was reunited at the start. The keg was tapped and the Cloak Of Invisibility covered it. The COI was covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Bucket filled with Yellow Peril, a Fits In skull splitter. Hose Blower, Pastel Gazelle and Just Fuck Off flew in together, sweating so much that WTA could have showered in it. Red cups flashed the signal that the pack was pounding piss but the minion of the law who rolled through just waved to T. Cheese Turd was a smidge embarrassed that he’d tried to hide his pint in his shorts. FI told him he’d needed a steadier hand to do that! Out came the growlers and another well wasted evening with the Gypsies ended. Cheers.
On In!