Run #1671 FORE!
Consummate lovers of a good walk ruined by a little white ball, Tricrapalete and Wet & Sloppy gathered the Gypsies in the parking lot of the Presidio Golf Club on Finley Rd. in the Presidio. The Outbeer slid into place and Adopt A Pussy was front and center to tap the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’ his, oops, least favorite piss! Still, AAP stood ready to take a pint for the team. Having laid the trail, a variety that would please all and sundry our hares sauntered in and suggested that the drunker the pack was at the start the more they might enjoy the trail. Lois Lame, who loves Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’ , thought that was sage advice and sought to do as had been suggested. Dr. Kimble watched LL pounding away and clutched his car keys to his chest! Magnum, Not I looked over the vast expanse of woods and knew he was in the right place, he’d have no trouble getting lost, a speciality! The pack was graced to have Just Brandon as a visitor; the name is legendary in Gypsies’ biblical lore. Cockulus Oculus stepped forth to bless the Gypsies with a reading from the Family Missal. She preached of the love of fathers and daughters and uncles and nieces. There was a catch in her throat as she became more and more emotional. Jack The Ripper nudged E=MC Fucked and told him it was unseemly to wonder aloud about what was catching in CO’s throat! Wash This Asshole veritably swooned at the thought! Our hares listening to the conversation thought it best to send the pack off in search of marks. All and sundry left the parking lot and avoided death as they crossed Arguello Blvd and headed for the ocean. Tricrapalete gave himself to the Lost Patrol while W&S shot off to make sure the marks on the Eagle trail were ready for Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham. Of course, he is so much faster that nothing she could do would keep him from getting fucked so hey! W&S found herself meeting up with the LP who can always manage to find a way to get fucked. No one worried about Magnum or Hand Pump, all just assumed that they would eventually return, EVENTUALLY! Who’s Your Daddy saved an inordinate amount of time by just heading directly to the Cemetery and GG Bridge Overlook, apparently WYD had a mind meld with our hares, a VERY scary thought! Twinkle Dick cast his lot with the LP and followed Tongueless who was following AAP so T insists he is blameless! The thought of T ever being blameless generated a slot machine eyeroll from Fits In. Eventually the pack was back and treated to Pastel Gazelle carrying his clubs, perfect, shoot a round then pound the piss! Cockulus Oculus was joined by Just Yochi, she tossed him the car keys, meaning she could slam piss and wash down the Vitamin J with the Sacred Thermi’s hot cider and rum. LL was happy to fill a growler so she and Bitches Bitch would have Sumpin’ for later, um, at least LL would have some for later. Our hares provided very “clubby” evening with the Gypsies. Cheers.
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