Run #1670 …and They Drank it ALL!
Dr. Kimble called the Gypsies to gather at his home away from home, the parking lot at Corte Madera Town Park on Pixley and Tamalpais and the wankers and whingers whined, “BUT THERE MIGHT BE TRAFFIC!” The Outbeer ALWAYS has to deal with traffic and Fits In gives no quarter to the snowflakes who melt at the idea of cuming to Marin! The civilians had control of the parking lot and the Outbeer actually had to circle to find the one parking spot on Pixley. Almost as soon as FI and Tongueless stepped into the actual parking lot the shrieks of mommy and daddy rang out. “OH NO, THEY are here again!” Tots were scooped up and tossed into cars that burned rubber to escape THEM! Suddenly there was parking. The few, the proud found spaces and the Outback ready to tap the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’ to reward their bravery! Lois Lame was ecstatic that her favorite piss was pouring! While the park was emptying of civilians the parking lot wasn’t exactly filling with Gypsies; Bitch Pimp and Wash This Asshole proved to be the last of the pack! Religion was eschewed in favor of longer time to caress the keg. Dr. K sent the pack off and stayed behind to send off any stragglers. Dr. K had a very quiet time waiting for the return of the few. Trail went down Pixley to Redwood and turned to go through suddenly quiet neighborhoods. Dr. K has a fondness for parking lots and gave the pack a chance to peruse as many as he could! Dr. K is constitutionally unable to set a flat trail and this was not going to be a first for him. He had of course set an Eagle and Turkey split but the pack proved to be more Emus than soarers or gobblers. Well, Bitch Pimp succumbed to Dr. K and went up the Hill Path to the real shiggy, before she realized she was alone. T of course insisted that he knew exactly where he was and could do a mind meld with our hare. FI’s eyes rolled like fruits in a slot machine. WTA started to wonder if he might not be better off as a pack of one. LL was feeling guilty not climbing on steep, shiggy ridden trails so went off in search of a leg breaker. By now T was sitting on a curb weeping and FI realized it was going to be cattle prod time if she ever wanted to get back! WTA was kind enough to help FI haul T to his feet and the threesome stumbled downhill and back to the start. The keg and Vitamin J were hauled to the nearest picnic table and the Sacred Thermi holding coffee to be mixed with Irish Cream, Kahlua and Brandy took up residence as well. Bitch Pimp and Lois Lame were the last to return and they spent time between downing alcohol and extolling their bulging calf muscles. A family was sharing the next picnic table and stepped over to say that they were in awe of the amount of alcohol being consumed by so few! Honored, they earned some Red Solo Cups of their own! Once again, a small pack did big damage. Cheers.
On In!