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.