Run #1666 A Devilish Number Plus 1
Who’s Your Daddy is a 666 kind of guy, so he had to set the Gypsies’ trail #1666. If you ask him, he’ll tell you the Devil made him do it! WYD called the pack together at the Boathouse at Blue Heron Lake in Golden Gate Park, what a surprise. WYD used the power of the pentagram and the promise of cheap and plentiful booze to attract the pack and one out of two worked. The Outbeer arrived with the keg of Lagunitas IPA and the slugfest over tapping started! Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy circled their wagons to make sure their red cups were the first filled! While the pack was getting pissed our hare waved his bag full of flour and tore off to keep his legend alive by setting yet another live trail. The piss flowed freely and the pack was behaving like the pack. It welcomed a visitor from the San DiegoH3 whose name quite fittingly is 32 Ring Circus! As she observed the pack 32 announced that she felt right at home in the Gypsies’ “circus.” 32 felt so at home that she took the center ring and provided the Gypsies with a religious service that was also a religious awakening as she read not from the Male Missal but from the Male Missal on her iPhone! E=MC Fucked was so taken by 32’s use of technology that all he could do was shake his head and pound down another pint. On that note the pack was off in search of WYD’s handiwork! With WYD as the hare it was inevitable that trail should pass the excellent park restrooms. Even though he had no need Udder Moron stopped and forced out a spot of rent on the piss in honor of the missing Twinkle Dick! Trail took the pack down to JFK Dr., across Crossover Dr. to Transverse Dr. and back across Crossover onto trail that ended at Fulton, talk about fiddlefucking around! Manhole was complaining that the trail was just making him dizzy. Fits In snapped back that at least MH wasn’t crying like Tongueless! At 17th Ave. trail reentered the forest. Pastel Gazelle and Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham were of course nowhere to be seen since they had shot off like a pair of rocket sleds! Our hare had practically used up his DGK checks but crossing Shoreline Highway gave him another chance to be ignored! By now Jack The Ripper was wondering how many more chances our hare was going to provide him for suicide! Wash This Asshole was mumbling that he’d never before thought of a Gypsies’ trail as a form of euthanasia. The end came into sight and suddenly all that mattered was getting the keg tapped and the Sacred Bucket filled with Yellow Peril. The usual picnic table was strewn with Vitamin J and the Bucket filled, but not for long! PG and SFON arrived soaked as usual and stripping their shirts shook like a pair of pups, letting everyone else be damp as well. These two are all heart! Hand Pump and Lois Lame arrived having a furious argument over who was DFL! Cheese Turd exercised his usual caution and arrived after the exercise portion of the evening but still in time to consume more alcohol than seems humanly possible! 32 Ring Circus unsteadily announced that she had now been with a 33 ring circus! Our hare had tuned the pack up for a typically devilish Gypsies evening! Cheers.
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