Run #1658 Getting Pimped and Enjoying It!
Bitch Pimp gathered the Gypsies at her home away from home, Rossi Playground at Rossi and Anza. Amazing as it sounds there was actually parking, huzzah! Speaking of huzzahs, they were in full throat as the Outbeer arrived with its keg of Lagunitas IPA, a flagship beer for a flagship bunch! Barely out of the clown car Backside Banger thrust out his hand for the tap and Tongueless was not crazy enough to withhold it! Cars stretched along the block as flotsam and jetsam of hashing arrived and cut civilians out of their chance to park. Kindhearted soul that he is Twinkle Dick took public transportation. Wash This Asshole pedaled up and seeing DeVirginizer was back kicked himself for not riding his bicycle built for 2, not that it would have done him the least bit of good! Still, as E=MC Fucked pointed out WTA can dream a “handy” dream! Our hare poured her heart into a religious sermon that T read but of course it wasn’t filmed so posterity is just fucked! On that note the pack was off to honor BP’s endeavors! The Lost Patrol regulars were joined by Wham Bam Thank You Tam, not the greatest name for calling across the bar when it’s her shout! Hose Blower on the other hand was off with the manly men Just Alex and Manhole! The manly men were trying to keep up with DeVirginizer in the hopes of experiencing her name! Trail took the pack down Rossi to Anza and after a dgk check down Arguello. Trail finally turned on Euclid. Our hare was trying to keep the pack on the straight and narrow, not a bad idea when dealing with miscreants like Jack The Ripper who is definitely an OG, ask the guy who once shot at him in Sausalito! As the pack approached Laurel Hill Playground the sight of the Gypsies inspired the usual parental clinging to screaming and crying offspring. It probably wasn’t the best idea for Dr. Kimble to make those, um, interesting faces at the kiddies. Eventually the pack was regrouped at the start and Backside Banger got the tap back in place. As HB appeared WBTYT *ran to him mumbling how lucky she was to be alive. It was hard to understand her mumbling through the foam! Apparently, our hare was able to get some of the pack lost. Hand Pump was DFL but that was expected. Actually, the real DFL was 5150 who arrived while the pack was pounding piss and had to suffer the indignity of having trouble finding a space into which he could wedge his car. The Cloak of Invisibility dropped into place and was covered with Vitamin J and Sacred Thermi filled with BP’s fav, hot cider and rum. Yep, it was turning into a “hangover here we cum” evening. Fits In found herself pouring down-downs while T took up the Sword Of Power and convened a Circle. Our hare was properly punished for all the pain she’d caused. In a fine example of alcohol brain addling, not that the alcohol was necessary for the addling, T called for renaming DeVirgizer to ReVirginizer. There is a reason why some things are referred to as senseless. While this was going on Cheese Turd magically appeared to consume as much alcohol as possible AND he brought a friend, Just Glen to help. Clearly on a roll T declared Just Glen to be Chunky Monkey, guess who won’t be coming back. The pack roared approval as Fits In pried the Sword from T’s paw and led him back to the Outbeer! Cheers.
On In!