Run #1711 Ya Need Big Balls for Bowling
Udder Moron drew the short straw, so he set the trail for Gypsies. UM called the pack together at the parking lot for the San Francisco Lawn Bowling Club in Golden Gate Park. Not that the Gypsies are there that often, but law enforcement tends to just yell, “Oh it’s you again!”, it’s not as though the keg of Lagunitas IPA violates anything! Apparently, UM’s star power extended all the way to AustinH3 as Bring Your Own Virgins arrived. Talk about a problematic name, Glitorus was still sober when she angrily asked, “What, aren’t the Gypsies’ virgins good enough for you!” Nothing like standing up for your own! Wash This Asshole was overheard mumbling “They’d be good enough for me.” Pied Piper was busy handing out his patented jerky and rose above the debate over virgins! Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy were so busy controlling the tap that they never heard a thing! A hush fell over the pack as BYOV stepped forward with Male Missal in hand and with a stentorian roar preached a sermon that enthralled the pack. Chickenboner admitted to being more enthralled with our visitor’s six pack, Even Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham admitted the reading left him anything but flaccid! Drinking time was awastin’ so the pack hit the trail in search of Udder Moron’s work ethic! Trail took the pack, including the Lost Patrol with Twinkle Dick added to the usual mix. The pack was taken to the DGK check at Kezar Dr. and even Tongueless managed to stagger across and survive. T actually moved across the street quite quickly thanks to Fits In and her handy cattle prod! Once across the road the pack wended its way around Kezar Stadium. North Beach Pizza found itself with and influx of take away eaters. Once back across Kezar Dr. the pack was getting the runaround in the park. Jack The Ripper found trail but found himself sidelined by a “second childhood” incident at the Koret Children’s Playground. Close behind JTR, Tricrapalete felt compelled to leap on the merry-go-round and try his hand at horsemanship! Bitch Pimp was busy following Hand Pump assuming he was following trail! Eventually the trail returned to the start where the FRB LP aka halt, lame and blind drunk found Just Chris wondering if he was in the right place. As soon as the keg was tapped JC KNEW he was in the right place. JC is a friend, yes, he does have them, of Cheese Turd who had promised him alcohol beyond his wildest dreams. The Cloak Of Invisibility was dropped over the keg and the table covered with Vitamin J and a Sacred Bucket filled with Yellow Peril, clearly, it was hangover prep time in San Francisco. No sooner had BYOV and Missed Delivery hammered some of the Bucket than the Bucket hammered back and off came their shirts for the Gypsies’ first six pack faceoff. The contestants strutted like the Peacocks they are and even Closet Twitcher admitted to getting a twitch or two. Dr. Kimble inhaled some of the Bucket and wisely bid the pack a good night! It didn’t take much encouragement from E=MC Fucked for the decidedly nonvirgin ladies to insist on a hands-on experience to make a choice. Not that their ABV was already high, but it didn’t take Chickenboner’s proffering pizza and Glitorus’ curry to take precedence! It doesn’t take much to change a half mind’s mind. Tongueless may have wielded the Sword Of Power but rest assured FI ended his embarrassment very quickly. Yes, it was an “Oh, it’s you again!” evening. Udder Moron did a fine job at entertaining the Gypsies. Cheers,
On In!