Run #1523 The Birth of a Manhole!

While some may find it hard to believe, Manhole has an actual natal day and it just happened to fall on Thursday so what better way to honor himself than to set a trail for the Gypsies was MH’s thought! MH gathered the pack at Broadway and Lyon St. at the top of the Lyon St. steps. With 3 actual sporting events taking place that night our hare was thinking that the pack might be small. Once again, the Sirens’ song of cheap booze was undersold! The Outbeer arrived to find easy parking and delivered its keg of Lagunitas Hazy Wonder. Once the tap was inserted and that first pint poured by Pied Piper the scent was carried on the breeze to 23 willing co-conspirators in breaking the no drinking in public rule of law. It even drew in Six Tits A Week a Whine & Chowder Society supplicant who now had come to two Gypsies trails in a month, unheard of! Just Fuck Off and Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard were towing along Brent To Bone a Portland lad with a mellifluous set of pipes who when last seen was gracing the Gypsies with a sermon that will live happily in infamy! One Night Only who can preach a mean sermon herself but is better known as the Fairy Godmother of Sugar and Butter tossed another victim onto the Gypsies’ stage in the form of Just Ted, yes, another Just Ted who may or may not be a bastard but is a coworker of ONO. Just Ted wasn’t sure about religion but once he had the Male Missal in hand his natural abilities took over and he provided the Gypsies with a sermon that pricked up their ears and other appendages as well! With the pack in a state of grace out hare sent them into the night with the promise of an easy and well-marked trail. All know what a hare’s word is worth! Trail took the pack, including the Lost Patrol, through the Lyon gate into the Presidio and up a trail that paralleled Lyon before turning to parallel Pacific Ave. The pack exited at Presidio Ave. This trail marked the return of Blow Queen from Sweden where he had been hibernating but as usual, he still managed to fly past the rankers. Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy shook their heads as BQ shot past and mumbled that he probably wasn’t even thinking about a place to eat. Trail tuned on Jackson and again on Walnut before turning onto Washington. On All 4s was on her phone tracking Cuming Mutha to stay on course, she allowed as how much better life has been since she got the Divorce Lawyers’ App of Happiness! As they approached the steps climbing to Alta Plaza Park Tongueless spotted the Little Free Library and spent some time seeing if there was any fresh “Bible” material. 5150 considers himself a connoisseur of the genre but his tastes even leave T queasy! At the top of the stairs, they found the hare waiting with some of his homemade apple cider; cider with a jolt. MH was busy pouring shots for the pack as Gypsies arrived. Closet Twitcher allowed that the cider was just what he needed to make it back to the piss and then he, um, headed off to piss. By the time he’d tossed back a few shots Twinkle Dick was positively glowing! Our hare took the pack on a tour of the neighborhood before bringing them back for a sprint back up the long hill to Broadway. The pack was in Pacific Heights a place where fitness freaks and booze hounds can mesh well. As the keg travelled behind the wall of the Lyon St. gate to the Presidio it was clear that the stair climbers were fit AND envious. Just Josh was tasked with quenching the envy and he did it by telling the fit ones that he was actually leading an outdoors AA group and they were going to destroy the evil keg! Just Josh can lie almost as easily at T and that’s something to be proud of. The Cloak Of Invisibility dropped over the keg and made a fine resting place for the Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with rum and hot cider, it being Manhole’s natal day he begged Fits In to produce his desired drink and FI was so taken by his tears that MH got what he asked for. Dr. Kimble was thankful that Cheese Turd was there to point him towards his car so he could make a valiant effort to make it home alive. Wash This Asshole was on his bike so he only had to go downhill, which, as he lamented, was the story of his life! 5 Angry Inches *an to the start from work, sadly, his phone did not so off he trotted all the way back to work to retrieve the phone; mind you he was sober when this happened, be warned! The Sword Of Power was wielded by T who convened the Circle. T was able to maintain his streak, once again he made a total fool of himself AND no one lost an appendage. A Hashy Bday to our hare! Cheers.