Run #1647 Another Fine Mess!
Manhole brought the Gypsies together as one of their favorite spots, the Log Cabin in the Presidio off of Storey Ave. The Outbeer pulled into a space and waited for the even thirstier Manhole and Pied Piper to arrive. By the time Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger came running to the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA, PP had already slammed home the tap! One of the beauties of the Log Cabin is the lack of terrified civilians who *un screaming at the sight of the Gypsies! Oddly enough for an MH trail the skies were clear and no one was at risk of being blown away by the wind, what a treat! Speaking of treats, it was a real treat when Phone Sex showed up. Tongueless was in top cajoling form as he led PS to the back of the Outbeer and handed her the 5150 Special Missal complete with pictures in case some, like Wash This Asshole, are unclear on the words. By the time PS finished her sermon Wet And Sloppy was living up to her name! While those who needed to mopped up, the rest of the pack was off in search of marks. MH hung with the Lost Patrol in case they needed his knowledge of the trail and gent that he is the price was low! Trail took the pack behind the housing on Ralston Ave. As the pack approached the Public Bathroom by Fort Winfield Scott, Whose Your Daddy gave it a thumbs down leaving Closet Twitcher mumbling that he could only hold it for so long! As they dropped back into the woods by Greenough Ave. Fits In told CT to stop whining, “You’re a dickhead and we’re in the woods, the world is your toilet!” Bitch Pimp and W&S applauded FI! When trail crossed Kobbe Ave. it dropped more into the woods and Bitch Pimp and Hand Pump took up their usual duet of slogging through stuff even TriCrapalete avoided. When BP and HP are together the title of DFL is always contested. E=MC Fucked avers that HP and BP would die rather than not do every step of the trail. WYD pointed out that HP has already cum close! WYD went on to paraphrase the Foreign Legionaires’ motto, “Gypsies not by birth but by blood shed on Gypsies’ trails!” Our hare wasn’t satisfied that he’d punished the pack enough, so he took them on Washington Blvd and across Lincoln Blvd, remember DGK by those whizzing cars. How could he not send Magnum, Not I to the edge of the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. M, NI has the motto on trail, “And the lost shall be found!”, it serves him well. Adding insult to injury the pack was led under the GG Bridge and had one last chance to die by auto as they recrossed Lincoln and made it back to the start. The pack moved under the roof beside the Log Cabin, and the stone tsble was covered with Vitamin J. The keg reappeared and Pied Piper strung his lights to make it even more festive. 5150 arrived, having successfully avoided another trail but in time for the alcohol! Speaking of PP he brought the Sacred Grill and put it use feeding the masses. PP also supplied another bizarre box of drinks that made a mystery game out of getting bombed. No one seemed to mind, least of all PS who was still seeking reassurance that her sermon had gone over well. She needn’t have worried. HP and BP arrived in tandem to share the DFL glory. The Sword Of Power stayed sheathed. Another Thursday well wasted with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!