Run #1624 Like the Gods on Olympus!
Chickenboner raised her scepter and called the Gypsies to gather at Clarendon and Olympia Way so they could block the pavement at Midtown Terrace Playground. The pack soon dominated not only the sidewalk but the parking spaces on both sides of the streets. Our hare’s fame is so widespread that it brought Enter The Gerbil a name from long ago and far away Gypsies history. He happened to see the ubiquitous red cups and realized it must be the Gypsies there was nothing to do but stay, and so he did! It might have been the stars in conjunction or the need to reconnect, but Oral Roberts showed up to press the flesh, and speaking of flesh pressing 5150 brought HerAssic Park. In her case it might just have been so she could hold him upright but who cares! In the case of Stinky Floss, the deciding factor might have been the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA, but again, who cares, ours not to reason why and all that! The Whine and Chowder Society even anted up Nazar who was at the Gypsies for the first and last time! The keg was tapped and those red cups were being put to good use when our hare appeared having just completed the trail. The smile on CB’s face sent a chill through the hearts of the pack. Religion was called for to calm their fears and Oral Roberts put on his best ministerial tone as he preached from the Male Missal. Wash This Asshole wept as he declared himself saved! Tricrapalete was heard to mutter, “yet again”. Cleansed, the pack set off in search of the promised marks if not the promised land! The Lost Patrol was filled out by 5150 and HerAssic Park. Trail crossed in front of what Who’s Your Daddy has crowned the best Public Restroom in SF and coming from such a connoisseur Twinkle Dick could hardly wait to give it a try. For those not interested in checking our WYD”s taste in toilets trail turned uphill and moved to the track around the Sutro Reservoir. On All 4s was less than amused at what CB considered a circle jerk, the entire Reservoir! No need to worry since the trail went uphill through the woods. Those behind Manhole and 5150 could follow their ears instead of flour, they had the choice of MH’s creaking knees or 5150’s rattling bones. Trail approached Panorama Dr. and the LP’s consensus was enough of uphill crap, so they went downhill on Clarendon with all their knees a symphony of sound. Even Cuming Mutha eventually had enough and decided to save what’s left of his body for another day! Graceful as he is Tongueless was shocked to later find out that Fits In and Wet And Sloppy were giving odds on when he would trip and roll the rest of the way down Clarendon. Hand Pump wasn’t worried about falling and he assumed T wasn’t either, what with the Fire Station being on the corner and an ambulance so close. The keg appeared and was tapped, the Sacred Bucket was filled with Fits In’s Flu Fighter, Vodka, cranberry juice and pineapple juice. E=MC Fucked’s fear of the flu was obvious from the way he pounded the Bucket. Eventually the Bucket pounded back but he was resting nicely on the hood of the Outbeer. Cheese Turd arrived in time to partake of any and all the alcohol available. Why partake of the trail when you can just pound piss for the same price. Eventually the pack was overtaken by darkness and dissolved! Cheers.
On In!