Run #1695 When Einstein Froze
E=MC Fucked whose motto is “Yes, you may call me Super Genius” was wanting to strut his stuff so he called the Gypsies to 25th Ave. and Martin Luther King, Jr. Dr. in Golden Gate Park. Since it only takes half a mind to hash the half minds showed up and no sooner did they step out of their warm cars than they wished they hadn’t. Blow Queen, ever the gent, complimented Cockulus Oculus on her blue lipstick before he realized she wasn’t wearing lipstick! For the first time in recorded history the Gypsies’ answer to the 3 Stooges, Pied Piper, Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger were not involved in a scrummage to tap the keg of Lagunitas IPA, they were too busy keeping their hands warm in their shorts. The keg did get tapped but not many were interested in freezing on the inside like they were freezing on the outside! When Daffy Fuck’s lips stuck to her pint even Manhole thought it was time to be on trail. Religion was eschewed in favor of survival. Those who could still move their legs set off in search of marks. Trail took the pack across MLK and into the woods then, oops, back out. Of course, only seconds passed before the saps were back among the trees. At that point the cool wind they felt was 5 Angry Inches flying past! Our hare kept the pack in the woods. The rumor that Wash This Asshole was in favor of lighting some of the brush to warm up is, as far as can be told, false! More likely true was Fits In’s judicious application of a cattle prod to keep Tongueless moving. The trail passed Elk Glen Lake but all the Elk were at home by the fireplace. Eventually the pack returned to the start. Not a thing was taken out of the Outbeer, the keg was tapped and the Sacred Bucket filled with COLD rum and cider. Hand Pump arrived and one or two pints were drawn but, in the cold, even the Bucket didn’t have many takers. The hare had done his best but the weather sent the pack scurrying. Cheers.
On In!