Run #1494 Where is Cheese Turd?

Cheese Turd the Gypsies’ own Waldo laid the trail on the 14^th and is so fastidious that CT called upon the Hash Gods to wash away all the marks that covered the streets of San Francisco and looking kindly upon CT they pissed down a cleansing rain. Unfortunately, our hare was unclear on when he wanted spigot turned on so when the pack arrived at the Western Addition Library on Scott and Geary they were fucking pissed on by the heavens. Luckily, they were able to find some shelter under the eaves of the library. Our hare was out in the world when the Outbeer arrived and the pack was given even more shelter from the elements by chugging down some Lagunitas Waldos’ Special Ale at a mere 11.7% ABV. Manhole decided he’d prefer the soaking outside to the soaking inside since the last time Waldos’ was there is the only time he’d spent the night in his car! Exaggerated Crack and Choke Your Daddy had less concern and more courage. Speaking of hardcore Gypsies, Jerk Your Daddy was there and, in the rain, no whiner that canine. A religious moment was abjured since looking at the sky the pack already knew they were going to be suffering the torment of the damned. Cosmic Pussy allowed as how rain is needed and besides it might wash away marks and the pack could just come back and drink! On that cheery note the pack was off in search of any marks. Trail took the pack down Scott St. to turn on Sutter and go past the UCSF Medical Center at Mt. Zion. Dr. Kimble, who’d sipped of the Waldos’, said he was miffed that the Center wouldn’t grant him admission privileges, but Chickenboner pointed out that he’s not a real doctor, he just plays one in the hash! Trail turned on Broderick St. and took the pack past any number of medical facilities and even a body shop in case Tongueless hit his head and needed a quick weld! Jack The Ripper was point man for the Lost Patrol, staying ahead and waving back when he spotted a shift in trail, Fits In wondered if JTR was doing his Bitches Bitch impression. Trail waltzed around and through a huge mall at Geary and Masonic and veered over to the Pig and Whistle on Geary and Woods but only the weak went in for a pint or to get out of the rain. By this point the hare decided the pack needed some schooling so off he took them to stagger around the U. San Francisco campus. By this point the LP was well and truly the LP and T and FI headed for the shelter of the library overhang and figure out where to set up the bacchanalia. The “Loitering is strictly prohibited” sign on the main entrance and the CCTV camera had their desired effect, being ignored. The Cloak Of Invisibility was set up and the Vitamin J deposited on top as well as the Sacred Thermi filled with hot wine. The Sacred Cooler filled with Waldos’ appeared to strike fear in the hearts of those who didn’t want a hangover. Manhole appeared with a mass of finger food, all sugar and fat. Tri Crapalete arrived with the world’s largest apple turnover that had the pack ripping off sections to wedge in their maws. At this point the heavens slammed shut. Wrinkle Pecker declared it was magic and after his fourth bottle of Waldos’ the night became even more magical. Watching Cosmic Pussy lead him back to the car was understanding the meaning of, “the blind leading the blind”! Just Fuck Off and Just Ted AKA The Other Bastard did an amazing job of two fisted drinking while lying back against wall thereby keeping the building from collapsing on the pack. Suddenly Just Julie appeared looking like a water nymph but acting more like a wet dog as she shook all that water off on Who’s Your Daddy! T took up the Sword Of Power and relishing the inability of the pack to stay dry and maintain any distance convened the Circle and administered down-downs to the miscreants. Just Asia was called up for the crime of HONESTY, JA hadn’t had cash the last time she was there and showed up to keep her record clean. Eventually the evening turned philosophical, meaning dull. No growlers were needed and the pack absconded with a vast number of bottles leaving the Sacred Cooler light indeed. The Sacred Thermi were of course empty by then.  It was hoped that the CCTV footage the library got at least showed the pack’s good side. A wet and cheerful time was had by all.