Run #1693 Don’t Slip in the Slop!
TriCrapalete and Wet & Sloppy gathered the pack at their seemingly home away from home, the parking lot of the Presidio Golf Club on Finley Rd. The Outbeer slid into a slot and the battle royal over tapping the keg of Lagunitas IPA commenced with Adopt A Pussy, Backside Banger and Pied Piper all jockeying for the tap. While the boys were doing their best 3 Stooges impression, Tongueless set the amber fluid free! Suddenly the jockeying shifted to grabbing the red Solo Cups. Civilians packing golf bags studiously avoided contact with the Gypsies as the pack started filling the parking lot. Udder Moron laughed at their expressions, a combination of loathing and, when they spotted the keg, envy! The pack was graced by Juicy Blah Blah from the Taiwan BirthdayH3 but sadly she was not packing any dumplings to go with the piss! On the other hand, JBB did provide an outstanding sermon from the Male Missal! Ice Box and Hot Dick agreed that JBB’s sermon would have melted what little snow there was in Tahoe! Who’s Your Daddy, on the other hand, pointed out that Wash This Asshole still had no wet spot on his jeans so how hot could the sermon have been; can you spell B U Z Z K I L L! By now both hares were back from their trail setting chores and sent the pack off with their usual plea, “Please don’t die on our trail!” The whoosh that was felt came from Pastel Gazelle hanging on to Just Bandit and Magnum, Not I who was in a desperate hurry to get lost! As usual Blow Queen was smidge late and leaving his car turned on the afterburners to not be left behind. Needless to point out the Lost Patrol did not fire any afterburners as they tottered off. As the LP lumbered along 5 Angry Inches swept past in his rush to do the trail twice, “gotta get in those miles!” Rumor has it that earlier in the year 5AI gained several ounces, you didn’t read that here! Trail crossed the parking lot and disappeared into the woods near the garbage area and popped out on a dirt road only to head back under the trees. While the speed demons were battling to win the Hash, Bitch Pimp and Hand Pump were dueling for DFL, the smart money was on HP! At some point Hot Dick became bewitched by trail and actually ran it! Ice Box, sensibly, hung with T. As the parking lot filled with finishers who wanted the keg tapped even though it stayed in the Outbeer and in fact so did all the Vitamin J. T was watching for FI when he saw her avoid an auto impact by moving fast enough to trip over a stop sign pad, the auto didn’t bother stopping. Luckily FI had a dental appointment the following Monday since her face plant chipped a tooth. E=MC Fucked showed his concern by asking if this meant the Sacred Thermi filled with mulled wine were going to be delayed. Manhole asked FI if she’s like him to back his truck over E=. Having once more successfully avoided any and all trail 5150 appeared to make sure he didn’t avoid the alcohol. Cockulus Oculus strolled in from home not far away! As T swung the Sword Of Power in the Circle, Twinkle Dick derided the hares for the lack of Public Toilets. When Juicy Blah Blah was called forth for a down-down, Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham loudly decried her choice for a way to entertain the pack, you can guess what she didn’t pick! Well, FI didn’t have a great evening but her Sacred Thermi meant everyone else did! Cheers.
On In!