Run #1524 Hitting the Heights! 

Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard really wanted the Gypsies to soar, to reach a high point, so he gathered the pack at 12^th Ave. and Rockridge Dr., Golden Gate Heights Park. The park is much like the Gypsies themselves a useless pile. Climb breathlessly to the summit of the park and it goes nowhere but back down! While the park is reached by a circuitous route there was tons of parking so the Outbeer carrying its precious cargo was able to slip into a space right at the base of the steps that went nowhere. The keg of Lagunitas Hazy Wonder was pulled forward and tapped as car after car arrived and disgorged the flotsam and jetsam of hashing. One car just sat there with its occupants barely breathing. Poor things they’d clearly cum there to partake of the seclusion and instead of seclusion and lust they’d stepped into the Gypsies! When our hare tapped on their window to tell them the pack would be off soon and they could get on with their humping in privacy the sighs of relief cuming from the car could be heard blocks away. King Of Bed Bugs used to hash in Chicago, while he worked at a department store, and surprise of surprises he was reunited with his long-lost pal Garmin from the hash who was in town and doing a hash circuit. It’s rare to see a red cup filled with both piss and tears but the pack was treated to a twofer as KBB and G kissed, no tongues, and wept! Garmin stood tall and provided the Gypsies with a reading from the Male Missal but where religious experiences are concerned it paled in comparison to the one that brought Dr. Kimble to his knees! PHONE SEX actually arrived BEFORE the trail started. Dr. K was trembling and mumbling about a sign of the Apocalypse! Tonya Hard On knelt and hugged Dr. K to her bosom as she gently stroked his head and told him that everything was alright! Wash This Asshole instantly dropped to his knees and began trembling. Adopt A Pussy swears he heard WTA mumbling, “Please, sloppy seconds!” Talk about seconds, 5150 looked at the trembling Dr. K and screeched, “Hey I was here on time as well, why don’t you think that’s scary!” Cuming Mutha looked on and averred that the Gypsies are known for their compassion! Chickenboner, made of sterner stuff, side mouthed, “Is THO gonna nurse him next!”  Our hare, overcum in a different way, sent pack into the night! Trail did just what the pack expected, went up the steps to the first level. The Lost Patrol with Tongueless focused on a vulgar mind meld with the hare led a halt, lame, and couldn’t care less bunch down Oriole Way avoiding the circle jerk the pack was on. Our hare had the usual hare’s love affair with stairs. As he ascended the Grandview Park Hilltop trail Backside Banger spilled some of his roadie and started mumbling about hanging the hare! Oddly enough that’s about when the hare remembered he had a concert to attend and that was the last the pack saw of Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard! Long about the second mile Hand Pump was thrilled that the trail went by, not very closely, JP Murphy Playground. What joy the hare must have taken in not only all the up and down but the convoluted trail itself, the concept of straight was to laugh at. The LP was, well, lost more or less. The vulgar mind meld did nothing but give T a headache, but he did have high hopes that THO would rub his temples! Fits In more or less saved the day by being able to differentiate between right and left turns and was able to get the LP back on track. As they passed the Forest Hill Lamp Post, Jack The Ripper said it made him feel Dickensian, just another “old lamplighter.” Eventually the pack was reunited at the start and the keg hauled out of the Outbeer along with its Cloak Of Invisibity and all the Vitamin J. The pack set it all up on the sidewalk and the Sacred Thermi appeared filled with hot spiced wine. Whose Your Daddy proudly laid claim to being the only one to do the eagle trail and Manhole pointed out that there was none. Oops! 5 Angry Inches once more *an from work since he knew that THO was planning give him a “ride” home! Blow Queen complained that the trail hadn’t had enough altitude gain so he just got higher on the spiced wine. Tricrapalete and Just Jeorgina allowed as how the wine reminded them of all they’d consumed in Italy. Not a thing like the Sacred Thermi to mellow out the pack. Backside Banger even decided that the hare didn’t need to be hung, talk about compassion. A bastard of a trail was just what the pack expected. Cheers.