Run #1502 Waldo is Right Here!

One Night Only decided to do a reprise of Pied Piper’s sojourns through the highways and byways of Sausalito so she gathered the Gypsies at Waldo Point Harbor on Bridgeway and North Bridge Blvd. The pack knew it had arrived by the strong odors of sugar and butter the two favorite ingredients of ONO’s working at home. When she’s not doing billion-dollar deals, she’s baking enough cookies to satisfy even a hasher. Hey, where cookies are concerned what could make them go down easier than a pint of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin out of Hand Pump’s jockey box. After that 30^th cookie Closet Twitcher was twitching in overdrive so Jack The Ripper tried to bring him down with a sermon on the soothing effect of water and of orange juice in the morning from the Male Missal but the mention of Brent just got CT twitching faster so our hare told the pack not to die on trail and sent them off in search of her marks. Our hare extended her kindness to the Lost Patrol that encompassed the usual wankers with the addition of Dick Ass Mother Fucker who always knows where to place his bets. Fully understanding the mindset of such a useless crew our hare set them off on a circle jerk that was long enough any itch for trail that was had by King Bed Bug! Not that Lois Lame has odd thoughts but as she charged past the beautiful houseboats all she could think to say to Tonya Hardon was she wondered where they could hook up an EV charger. Manhole swears he could hear TH mumbling “Bitches Bitch save me”! Trail took the back down Bridgeway and around the Remington’s Dog Park. The pack passed the hoity toity Lycée Francais de San Francisco. Wash This Asshole told the pack that it was a great cooking school and they really helped him with his InstaPot. If Who’s Your Daddy’s eyes had rolled any more, he would have been turned upside down. As the LP tromped down Coloma St. and crossed Bridgeway they passed the Indian fusion restaurant Avatar and Tongueless pointed out that the food was good plus they had Indian beer like Flying Horse. The LP inquired about beer and took a table while a couple of 22oz Flying Horses appeared and were poured. Ah the joy of watching the pack look on with envy as they passed. Of course, nothing stopped them from joining in other than all wanting to be the “Hash Winner”! The LP was able to shanghai the former Just Julie who, thanks to the Whine and Chowder Society, is now Cookies And Cum! Eventually even the lazy wankers in the LP headed on in only to find they had farther to go than they’d ever dreamed possible. At least the on-in trail provided great views and more houseboats. Back at the start there were so many benches that all the Vitamin J and the Sacred Bucket filled with Yellow Peril had plenty of room. Fits In poured the golden nectar while the pack slavered in waiting. 5150 was in even more need than usual for a painkiller so he killed as much of the Bucket as he could with as much speed as he could. Tonya Hardon watched him down the Bucket and suddenly found she was more religious than she thought! Dr. Kimble announced that consuming more peanuts would cancel out the alcohol, so he downed enough to make him immune to the CHP, uh huh, yes he did. T brought out the Sword Of Power and convened a Circle that was more an oblong but he couldn’t have told the difference if his life depended on it. People were punished with down-downs until the cookies ran out and T lost the minimal interest he had in doing d-ds and the pack took back the minimal control he had left. Now that would all have changed if FI had allowed him to actually circumcise 5150.  Dr. K thought it a capital idea and he volunteered to supervise. Fits In took the Sword and T and put both of them in the Outbeer, buzzkill! Cheers.