Run #1633 Like it Never Happened!
Back from Sweden, Blow Queen, the man who’s never met data that he didn’t like, laid a trail from one of his favorite starts, the bottom of Beverly St. and Shields St. When the Outbeer rolled into position the only one there was Dr. Kimble, so the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA waited for more whistles to wet! The clock kept ticking and Dr. K denounced the directions that Tongueless had posted as being blocks away from where they were standing. T did point out that our hare’s car was parked next to Dr. K’s car but of course the jury on T’s competence stayed out! Dr. K decided to drive to where he thought the rest of the pack might have gone and lead a caravan back so the piss could get pounded! What a guy is Dr. K. While Dr. K was on his rescue mission who should arrive but Manhole. MH surveyed the “pack” and wondered what HE was doing there! Dr. K returned as not only the leader of the convoy but the convoy itself. Halfminds were starting to wonder as well as wander. The clock kept ticking and Hand Pump arrived making the pack a foursome! Fits In looked at the “band of brothers” and pointed out that a foursome might be swell for golf or bridge but not for the Gypsies. MH nodded and said, “At least one of us has a whole mind!” While this “pack” waited the clock kept ticking and no hare appeared. T assumed the hare was still out since what he thought was his car was there. The clock tolled 7 and still no hare appeared. With the “pack” of 4 the keg stayed untapped, but FI brought out a Sacred Thermi filled with hot cider and rum to stave off the chill. Still, they waited, suddenly in the distance, at the top of the hill Dr. K spotted a headlamp and it was coming downhill. BQ appeared with Tears Of Semen who he’d suckered into assisting him. Our hare apologized for being so late and offered all some of his hot wine! The hottest whine was, of course from T! T insisted that the hare apply “London Rules”, make it to the first check and you can consider the trail done! A check magically appeared, and the “pack” had done the trail! At that point none of the “pack” was especially interested in going anywhere but home so that’s what happened. The keg *an away to be drunk another day! Yet another Thursday wasted with the Gypsies! Cheers
On In!