Run #1636 Manhole Welcomes the New Year!
Finding himself older, Manhole wondered if he was any wiser so he set the Gypsies’ first trail of 2025, oops, that gave MH his answer! In keeping with the whole age thing MH laid the trail from the parking lot of the Senior Center in Golden Gate Park. The pack was there for a number of reasons Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger were there to drink deep from the keg of Lagunitas Hazy Wonder and they were clamoring for the keg to be tapped. Pied Piper was more than happy to oblige their clamoring since that meant the first pint of piss was his. Dick Ass Mother Fucker was there to prove he’s not just a figment of alcohol driven imagining and Tongueless, Fits In, Hand Pump and Twinkle Dick were there to show that they could still stand upright. What a perfect place to start a new year. Back from a world tour Tri Crapalete took hold of one of the multitude of Missals and with an accent somewhere between drunken granny and Vladamir Putin preached a sermon on the importance of a moist throat! The pack responded enthusiastically and on that note was off in search of Manhole’s marks. Trail left the parking lot and took the pack along with the Lost Patrol past the SF Model Yacht Club Boathouse. By now the speed demons like Blow Queen and Pastel Gazelle were nothing more than a contrail in the distance. Trail took the hot shots and the plodders around the Polo Fields with it bicycle racing track and back into the woods. As the LP came around the Polo Fields Just Fuck Off passed so fast that her wind fairly denuded 5150! Chickenboner was kind enough to stop 5150’s spinning, Trail finally crossed JFK Dr. and headed back into the woods and around Spreckels Lake. From there it was hop, skip, jump or stagger (depending on your age and fitness group) back to the start. The keg was tapped and the Cloak of Invisibility dropped over to have its table covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with rum Hot Toddies. As E=MC Fucked loaded up on booze, Wash This Asshole, standing behind him was busily taking bets on how many minutes E= would remain standing! Looking at E= pound the hooch, a normally kind and gentle Tears of Semen was borrowing money to increase her bet. Who’s Your Daddy pulled out a foldup chair and sat down to watch T take the Sword Of Power and waving it around convene a Circle where, deluding himself into believing he had any control, he distributed down-downs. WYD was smart enough to keep his head down! Eventually it was growler time, and the evening came to an end. 2025 received a warm and wet welcome. Cheers.
On In!