Run #1689 Waiting for the Cork to Pop!
In a vain effort to take his mind off his impending parenthood, Magnum, Not I gathered the Gypsies at 21st Ave. and Wawona aka Stern Grove. The pack came to commiserate and still get drunk. Who’s Your Daddy pointed out a mini-Magnum would find that an easy question to answer. Backside Banger, Red Solo Cup filled to the brim with Lagunitas Hazy IPA fresh from the keg offered to provide some diaper changing advice. Standing behind Backside, Daffy Fuck and Adopt A Pussy shook their heads and frantically waved their arms to make sure our hare didn’t make that mistake! Pied Piper kept his gob shut and just indulged in drinking from the keg; but that hint of a smile spoke volumes. Acknowledging what a family friendly hash the Gypsies is, Daffy Fuck took up the role of High Priestess and preached a sermon from the Sacred Missal that had Wet & Sloppy even wetter and sloppier than usual. Overtaken with emotion, Dr. Kimble offered to deliver the baby gratis. Before our hare could make an egregious error, Lois Lame reminded all present that Dr. K is NOT A DOCTOR. Always a stickler for accuracy, Wash This Asshole piped up, “Dr. K’s name isn’t even Richard Kimble!” Before it got any uglier our hare sent the pack off in search of marks. Trail took the pack down Wawona and across 19th Ave. to Sloat Blvd. Trail as trail is wont on a M,NI *un, was leading inexorably to a pub. Trail climbed West Portal Ave. until it entered the doorway of the Dubliner, a fine spot to rest. Not of course that the Lost Patrol needed any rest! Tongueless was quaffing a Guinness and pointed out that the LP could take bets on when the sweatier members of the pack like Blow Queen would arrive. WTA was too busy being put down by women at the bar and Fits In whined that collecting for the Gypsies was already doing enough money laundering for the Gypsies! Just then Pastel Gazelle arrived with Just Bandit firmly attached. Even after PG shook and got some of the bar patrons soaked the bartender was kind enough to give Just Bandit a drink, she was actually entertained by the carousers. It wasn’t long before Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham arrived, somewhat drier than PG. Off SFON headed to the back of the bar to get deep into conversation with WYD, and even deeper into pints they kept standing for each other. Gypsies know how important good hydration is! Our hare once again paid for all the piss consumed by those other than WYD and SFON. What a sterling character is M,NI! Trail back was a slog but eventually the pack was reunited and the keg tapped with the Cloak Of Invisibility protecting it from the eyes of law enforcement officers whizzing by! The Vitamin J boxes were soon filled with grubby hands looking for their favorite junk food. 5 Angry Inches arrived having done so much of trail more than once, gotta get in that mileage, that TriCrapalete warned him that he might melt a few inches. E=MC Fucked held a damp finger in the air and decided that it was “cold enough” to justify at least 8 or so cups from the Sacred Thermi filled with Hot Todddies so he just poured them out and lined them up! Hand Pump found himself stepping gingerly over the body on his way to the keg! It’s always a pleasure to waste a Thursday with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!