Run #420 Sir, Would You Please Breathe Into This?

Having decided to give San Francisco a week’s respite from the Gypsy horde I R Stupid convened the weekly bacchanal in Daly City. As the dark side of hashing convened at Delong and Head (how fitting) dark clouds settled over the city. Being out of their natural habitat the Gypsies felt a need for the protection provided by a deeply felt religious experience. Swill, formerly of the WarsawH3, took the Sacred Missal in hand and gave the pack a shot of old-time religion that will live on in legend. By the time she finished sermonizing there wasn’t a pair of dry shorts in the pack. Dick So Soft definitely wasn’t., even Moira admitted to a stirring in her loins. It was an euphoric pack that took up I R S’s challenging trail. Starting with a check is generally a pain in the ass and this was no exception. The chicken became headless even sooner than usual. D’anglin A’nglin vanished from the face of the earth and Shithead assuming the rest of the evening would be as trailess hung up his shoes and headed for home. The pack did eventually find trail and continue on. The hare along with Nutless Sac and T/BC (still suffering from a benign form of Ebola) followed the hapless wankers in a mechanical conveyance. At one point they spent so much time waiting for the pack to arrive that local homeowners were concerned that a home invasion gang was casing the neighborhood. No Hands was, of course, FRB with Sammy herding him along. Close behind was virgin Bill who had no idea what he was doing but was doing it well. Ladies take note this may mean he’s easily trainable. The trail as always went hither and yon with enough circle jerks to give Naked Hasher a chance to develop hypothermia. Does it never dawn on him to wear longer sleeves? Parker and Duncan were making Fits In look like Ben Hur sans the wheels. Llyr decided to tie Semenhole to a post in a classic example of proving who the alpha dog really is. Next Llyr will be humping Shaggy Dog’s ladies not just his leg. Eventually the pack came together and the piss pounding started. The Sacred Bucket was filled with Sea Breezes and while rain fell the pack was wafted away on sea breezes. Manhole was a late cumer originally planning on going to a soccer training session but his car sensing its owner’s need for alcohol brought him the Gypsies instead. Pied Piper was once again working late, at getting hammered. Rumor has it that Cold Cuts is planning on buying a home Breathalyzer to catch him going to the Gypsies without permission. As he downed more and more cups of punch I R S became more and more interested in Tonka Toy who became less and less interested in him. Likes To Lick was sans Open Wide who was pulling on a different kind of one-armed bandit. Ever The Fool, Enter The Gerbil was soon circling the pack who were by now as wet on the inside as they were on the outside. Don entered the circle but Bitch In Heat left the circle, as he became the newest member of the Order of the Sleepless Knights. Next time he’ll be less likely to announce that doggie style is his favorite position although Dick Chick did perk up noticeably at the announcement. Speaking of namings T/BC and Fit In did stand-in down downs as Duncan and Parker were named Whippet In and Whippet Out. LCB was late but made this his 100^th *un with the Gypsies. While the Stupidity Watch continues Just Craig entered the circle and Just Craig left the circle. Lois was carried away on Sea Breezes as still not getting it (Naked Hasher what is wrong with you) she drank for private partying and having a hat in the circle as well as for just being Lois. Knowing what it means to have to drink just because you’re you Dickless Namehole offered to take her under his wing and make sure she gets it. Captain Planet visiting from BucharestH3 was kind enough to wear new shoes and christen them with a cold beer. Soggy Biscuit explained the meaning of his name and Bigfoot announced that she would never be able to look at baked goods the in same way. The police arrived just on time but when T/BC went over to do his dog and pony show they saw the T-shirt announced that they already knew who we were and fled in terror. The pack packed it in and headed over to the Pacific Restaurant where it found King Rongjon already ensconced. Rumor has it that alcohol has made him clairvoyant. The evening was topped off by a sobriety check that trapped I R S who slid by on the skin of his teeth and LCB who ended up having to abandon his truck and cab it home. Breathe deep and hold it. Cheers.