Run #1649 Still Crazy After All These Years!
Fittingly, the Gypsies In The PalaceH3 aka Gypsies had their first trail on April Fools Day. Thirty-two years later April Fools Day fell on a Tuesday, so the Gypsies waited till Thursday April 3 to mock themselves and a fine mockery they made! Who’s Your Daddy honored the Gypsies with a trail from the parking lot in back of the Palace of Fine Arts in SF. The Outbeer with its cargo of Lagunitas IPA was the first to arrive and Tongueless, not exactly famous for his competence, wondered if the keg was in the right spot. The parking lot was already filled with civilians going to the Palace, but they were easily distinguished from Gypsies since they actually were paying for parking! T was proved accurate when E=MC Fucked arrived and he was soon joined by Dr. Kimble. Speaking of Tongueless he was overjoyed to, um, cum face to face with Tongueless’ Penis who came down from Sacto. It didn’t take long before the enlarging pack was panting to have the keg tapped. Not that he was desperate, but Backside Banger’s hands were so sweaty that he couldn’t twist the tap onto the keg! Adopt A Pussy shoved him unceremoniously aside and tapped the keg! Everyone knows that the Gypsies are a “family” hash, so it was no surprise that 5150 and his son Just Aaron both showed up and JA had Just Bella the beauteous Pittie in her fashionista finest. Udder Moron thundered up on his motorcy and laughed at the idea of putting a penny in the meter. Chickenboner was there to support the hare, he does dodder a bit, but then these days who doesn’t! Fresh from her pushup experience with Tongueless, Split Wide Open came down from the Valley of the MoonH3 to toss a local boy toy Just Peter to be turned on the Gypsies’ spit! Just Peter provided the pack with a cleansing experience as he provided a sermon from the Male Missal. So intense was MarinH3’s Just Julia’s response that her head shook passionately with the less than Holy Spirit Just Peter drew from her. On that note the pack was loosed in search of WYD’s marks. As the Gypsies were casting around for marks the mists of time parted and there was Napoleon in his fire red Alpha Romeo. The pack picked up marks along the side of the building. The Lost Patrol saw the last mark and rather than look for the next one cast its fate to the whims of Pied Piper, a grievous error at the best of times. Napoleon decided that rather than conquer the world he would stay back and guard the Outbeer and its alcohol contents with his life! As the pack found trail the LP made the fatal error of succumbing PP’s repeated pronouncement that he knew where trail “had” to go…it didn’t! The LP wandered far, wide and off course until T finally decided to go back to the last mark and actually LOOK for trail. True trail was actually found by Wash This Asshole on the opposite side of the Palace. It went into the Presidio. By now the LP was all in favor of heading back to the keg and did just that. It wasn’t long before the part of the pack that had actually done the trail arrived in dribs and drabs. Bitch Pimp arrived late and not finding any Cheetos spent her time lost in conversation with WTA, a poor substitute! The keg was tapped and stayed in the Outbeer while the Cloak Of Invisibility was covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Bucket filled with River Madness. Split Wide Open took one end of the cloak to cover with all the oddly healthy junk food she contributed. Never wanting to show up empty handed she also brought 2 bottles of wine and poured some Tequila into the River Madness making it even more dangerous. Missed Delivery downed a few cups and announced he could feel tomorrow’s hangover forming, Manhole just kept chugging as he told MD why wait! Pencil Dick set down that “one last cup” saying he had to stay alive for his new pooch, Ozzie. In a motion of elegance, Tri Crapalete swept up the cup while admonishing PD to waste not want not! As Hand Pump arrived, having done the whole trail, SWO breathed an alcohol laced sigh of relief and vowed to slip an Air Tag into his pocket. Fits In brought forth the piece de resistance, sandwiches from Forks and Fingers. Watching the pack have at the sandwiches brought to mind watching locusts enjoying life! The King of the Gypsies, Rongjon deigned to attend the celebration and drawing forth the Gypsies’ version of Excalibur wielded the Sword Of Power and held forth as only he can. RJ convened the Circle and kept the pack enthralled with his down-downs and song, Speaking of songs, RJ closed the Gypsies’ Birthday celebration with a lusty rendition of his finest work, Clint Meets the Gay Caballero! The party was over, and the Sacred Bucket turned out the lights. Cheers.
On In!