Run #1638 Who Says Jesus Can’t Go Hashing?
Pastel Gazelle laid a trail for the Gypsies that was for some a moving religious experience and for others, like Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger more proof that beer, in this case, Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin, proves the love of Jesus. Well actually, the love of Circle Jerk, as will be explained in due course. PG brought the pack together at the Log Cabin in the Presidio. While the pack was pounding piss and Just Fuck Off was denying any culpability in the trail, a common occurrence, 5 Angry Inches gasped audibly and pointed at what the pack took as an apparition. Circle Jerk stepped out of the darkness and Who’s Your Daddy guffawed, “That’s Circle Jerk not Jesus, relax you sinners!” Phew, many in the Gypsies don’t remember Circle Jerk but they pretty much all have a reason to fear the Second Coming. CJ tapped a pint and laughed at the mistake! Still, in keeping with the mistake CJ took up the challenge of providing the pack with a little religion. Taking up the Missal supplied by 5150, the one complete with pictures for those who can’t sound out the words, CJ delivered a reading that was white hot. Even Wash This Asshole proclaimed himself cleansed. Well, at least he was wet. Our hare provided a chalktalk once again admonishing the pack to not get killed then sent them off in search of trail. Trail took the pack around the baseball diamond and housing at Fort Winfield Scott. By the time trail passed the World Economic Centre Blow Queen and 5AI had jettisoned the pack. The Lost Patrol was actually finding trail thanks to not paying any attention to Tongueless. JFO was flashing along following Just Bandit’s superior snout or so she claimed as she whizzed past others. Our hare made good use of the woods and Highway 1, bringing the pack underneath to cross the road. As the trail took to Kobbe Ave. 5150 announced that having been a resident of the Presidio he knew where he was and the fastest way back. The LP was worshipful and TriCrapalete actually genuflected. Eventually 5150 guided the halt, lame and those who missed the keg most back to the start. The keg was moved under the roof and the stone divider covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi full of hot cider and rum. Pied Piper whipped out his strings of party lights and CJ jokingly said, “Let there be light!” As more of the Sacred Thermi drained into E=MC Fucked he wistfully remembered, well, nothing, but he can really make interesting noises! Manhole who wasn’t far behind him in Sacred Thermi intake was singularly fascinated. T, who was showing a fondness for the Thermi, was overheard by Tears Of Semen mumbling about a Circle. TOS wisely whispered to Fits In who made sure the Sword Of Power stayed locked in the Outbeer; the revelers applauded! Hand Pump arrived as DFL having shed blood on trail! 5150 leaped into action and cleaned the cleaned the headwound for HP. HP no worse for wear allowed that he’d been treated by better looking nurses. Eventually the pack dissolved back into the night, having slaughtered the keg and Thermi. Cheers.
On In!