Run #412 Going Down On a Duck
So
whose fault was it. Bigfoot swears it was Enter The Gerbil
who caused it since RAs even when they’re Fools control the
weather. T/BC insists it’s the King’s fault for going on
the wagon and offending the Hashing Gods’ by going against Nature.
There is blame enough to go around but regardless of who the culprit
is the end result was the Gypsies got pissed on last Thursday.
The fact that Sucks Cock For Crack has set two trails and been
rained on both times didn’t exactly go unnoticed either. He was
looking for this to be a redemption *un next time perhaps he should
sacrifice Pussy Whistle the Gods instead of just having
her cohare. True she’s not a virgin but she’d do. The pack
gathered at Fort Miley and the whining could be heard for miles.
Duncan and Parker took one look at the rain and woofed
for T/BC and Fits In to piss off. Not wanting to
appear dumber than the dogs they chose to stay with Nutless
Sac and the beer check. If the Hashing Gods were pissed at the
Gypsies it was a two way street as the Gypsies decided
to hit the trail without benefit of religion. Flashlights bobbing
like fireflies the pack was off on a tour of the cliffs along the
coast and the Palace of the Legion of Honor. A soaking wet D’anglin
A’nglin was heard mumbling that the only thing he knew about
honor was once you get on her stay on her. While Shaggy Dog
and Scabass Faggot were enjoying a dip in one of Golden
Gate Parks more polluted lakes Nutless Sac, Fit
In, and T/BC were forcing themselves to slug down beers
at the Beach Chalet home of the beer check. Waterlogged rat after
waterlogged rat appeared begging for a chance to get as wet on the
inside as they were on the outside. Scabass arrived carrying a brace
of ducks he’d found in his shorts and Handjob For Humanity
was thrilled that they’d actually be having dinner. Wet from the
inside out and the outside in the pack was ready to head on-in.
Semenhole had spent the evening in his truck alone with Llyr.
On hearing that, McTaco encouraged him to find a woman
instead. LCB asked to borrow Llyr if Semenhole
gets lucky. No Hands immediately dragged Sammy a
safe distance away. Nutless Sac’s eagle eye spotted
the garage at the Seal Rock Inn as the perfect place for the pack to
hang its collective hat. Unlike most of the pack Nutless had
enough sense to come in out of the rain. The Sacred Thermi
had hot coffee and there was plenty of brandy and Irish Cream to make
it drinkable. Camel Blower was still puffing away
having put an entire pack of coffin nails in individual condoms since
he has no better use for them. Before you could say coiffure Open
Wide had her battery powered hair dryer in operation. You
could see the light go on in Shaggy’s eyes as he asked
Snakeless for a blow dry. Stone cold sober the thought of that
possibility sent Hung Juror into a dead faint. The
motel management was a trifle offput when the pack arrived but calmed
down considerably when Likes To Lick convinced them that the
pack was planning to check in. I R Stupid spotted Scabass’s
ducks and offered to pluck them but, a by now toasted, Handjob
told him that if there was any plucking going on she’d be doing it.
Dickless Namehole and Dick Chick were
huddled in a corner of the garage trying to do a name transplant.
When last seen newboot Olivier was scratching his head and
drooling over the whole thing. The evening moved to Hockey Heaven
where locals cringed in fear as the pack drank the place dry. Sucks
and Pussy, now that’s a nice combo, drank themselves into
delirium over their joy at such a successful trail. If it’s gonna
piss it should piss ale. Cheers.