Run #1643 Say AHHH!
Dr. Kimble brought the Gypsies together at Broadway and Lyons where the “street athletes” could wish they were pounding the piss with the Gypsies instead of pounding up and down the Lyon St. steps! The Outbeer rolled into a space on Broadway and before the hatch was popped Pied Piper and Backside Banger were doing their 3 Stooges face slapping to be the first at the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA. It was red cups all around as the stompers and panters gazed with envy at the piss pounders Ginger Vitus and Eat My Pussy! Parking spaces disappeared as the pack grew. As Wash This Asshole’s bike careened down Lyon and the air was filled with the scent of burning brakes, E=Mc Fucked was giving odds on whether WTA would soar over the steps! Even E= was amazed at how many takers he had! WTA had no idea what was behind the dueling chants of “Yes, yes, yes!” and “No, no, no!” as he screeched to a halt and money began changing hands. Pastel Gazelle allowed as to being shocked that the Gypsies would bet on human life, absolutely shocked, as he counted the cash he’d won! There was a feeling that religion was clearly needed and Wet & Sloppy filled the bill, striding to the front of the pack and, Male Missal in hand, spreading words of the good book like the “cheeks” described in the sermon. Dr. K provided a chalktalk telling no one anything and sent the pack into the night. There was the usual fiddle fuckery over the first mark and while the hardcore climbed to Pacific Ave. the Lost Patrol, soft as white bread buns, stormed off down Broadway. Pied Piper and Backside Banger chose to follow their noses and dreams down the Lyon Street steps in search of food and drink, Admittedly your scribe has no idea what the speed demons did but suffice it to say they allowed themselves to be sucked into every trap Dr. K set for them. The LP on the other hand only had to deal with the, um, ups and downs of the trail they followed. Putting themselves in the capable hands of TriCrapalete they turned on Divisadero, and climbed to Pacific Ave. It was Pacific to Pierce and a down go that led to the up go along Broadway back to the start. Chickenboner who arrived by bus late to the start was lost while photographing anything she could see. Twinkle Dick complained that there were no public restrooms for him to visit, a strange hobby to be sure! Back at the start Magnum, Not I and PG were busy shaking like dogs and flinging sweat around the pack. Leave it to these two to have to make their efforts the center of attention. Fits In allowed M, N I and PG could be even more childish than Tongueless and that is indeed hard to imagine. Hearing that, The keg was tapped and the Cloak Of Invisibility covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with coffee along with the Irish Cream, Kahlua and brandy to mix with the coffee. PP and BB came trundling up the steps, bellies full and in no need of more alcohol, yeah sure, almost stumbling through the tete a tete of 5 Angry Inches and Whack Job. Who’s Your Daddy looked on and, soto voce, mumbled about a penchant for whack jobs. Another average Thursday with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!