Run #1519 Bowling for Beers!

Who’s Your Daddy christened Oct. with a Gypsies’ trail starting from the parking lot for the San Francisco Lawn Bowling Club in Golden Gate Park off of Nancy Pelosi Dr. (no politics) and Bowling Green Dr. The Outbeer cruised into what was then the only parking space and our hare wept with pleasure. The keg of the evening was Lagunitas Day Time IPA, clocking in with a negligible 4.6% ABV. Wrinkle Pecker heard that and gasped, “Wow, I might even remember this tomorrow”. Just Charlie and Just Lola were just happy that they wouldn’t have to drive him home and they wagged their tails in pleasure. As the civilians left, their parking spaces were filled by the pack. 3 Times A Virgin arrived by bicycle and so did Wash This Asshole. Ever the clever gent WTA asked 3 Times if she’d lost one the 3 bouncing on her bike seat. While WYD was scouting trail he must have kicked over a rock or two since the rarely seen Whine & Chowder harriettes, Gobble My Ass and Tuna On Top were in attendance. Manhole observed that fish and turkey were both part of a healthy diet so he could drink more beer and still be net zero. Neither of the ladies in question were interested in being eaten, they were, however, interested in the keg! The pack was graced by the return of The Cunt Next Door and “Saint” Titty Boo Boo all the way from the Garden State, NJ! There was “S”TBB pushing a stroller instead of trying to make “ends meet’ in Sperm Alley. Still, he can’t resist some sort of flashing so he flashed the Lagunitas colors worn by the stroller’s inhabitant! TCND bagged the trail in favor of a playground and dashed off as soon as “S”TBB took up the Male Missal and gave the pack a sermon that brought them back to yesteryear! Adopt A Pussy whined that he had to park so far away that he was already too tired to do trail! Ever the care giver Backside Banger shoved the tap into AAP’s mouth and revived him! Our hare missed all this since he was off setting trail. The pack was chomping at the bit by now and Chickenboner acting as the hare’s representative gave the pack a chalktalk and let loose the hounds! The pack, including the Lost Patrol, took off down Bowling Green Dr. A turn onto 3^rd Ave. allowed them to shoot round the Lily Pond and cross JFK Dr. Marks were towards Conservatory Dr. W and past a pair of our hare’s favorite Public Restrooms. Choke Me Daddy, a tear in her eye, pointed them out as two of WYD’s absolute favorites and Twinkle Dick stepped in to pay homage to their cleanliness. As a fierce champion of clean Public Restrooms, Cockulus Oculus pulled on a pair of white gloves and put WYD’s accolades to the test! CO emerged and received an ovation as she held up her spotless hands. The pack crossed Bunny Meadow, how sweet, and JFK Dr. to be provided with a history lesson as trail passed the John McLaren Memorial Rhododendron Dell and the Goethe-Schiller Memorial, the General Pershing Statue and the Thomas Starr King Statue. WYD likes his trails to be educational as well as providing outstandingly clean crappers. The pack was also treated to a sighting of the Sky Star Wheel before the culture vultures passed through the Music Concourse and the Shakespeare Garden where 5150 chose to wonder, too late as it were, if he should continue to suffer the slings and arrows of Tongueless. 5 Angry Inches pointed out that those slings and arrows were a cheap price to pay for the 27 growlers 5150 got to fill each week. Dollar signs flashed in 5150’s eyes and his soliloquizing went silent! Back at the start the pack was reunited with the keg. The Cloak Of Invisibility was dropped and the Sacred Thermi were produced filled with rum and hot cider. King Of Bed Bugs wept as he kissed the Thermi thanking the warm drink for offsetting the freezing temps. Fits In thought that a smidge excessive but not as excessive as Exaggerated Crack pouring a cup down his shorts. Even Wash This Asshole thought it a counterproductive way to reverse the shrinkage caused by the cold! Hand Pump was happy to reclaim his DFL status and TCND returned with the kiddies to make sure “S” TBB maintained a modicum of decency, she should have known better by now! There wasn’t much decency going around, so a typical Thursday with the Gypsies. Cheers.