Run # 457 Blinded by the Light
Desiring
to start the New Year in a proper manner good King Rongjon
took it upon himself to set the first trail of the year. Armed with
a bag of anthrax and some sheetrock our liege lord worked up a sweat
in the name of his vassals’ pleasure. Gathering his minions in the
parking lot of the Palace of the Legion of Honor King Rongjon
bade them make merry. Scarlett O’Hairy always
thinking of the good of the pack supplied a tender bit of meat named
Janelle for the pack’s pleasure. Not to be outdone Thumper
upped the ante with a brace of bimbos Clare and Elisa.
To bad Thumper, Scarlett clearly won this round.
Proudly announcing to the pack that “Janelle is a performer”
Scarlett stepped aside and let her protégé put on a show.
Feigning a nonexistent shyness; “Oh I can’t read in public. I’m
too nervous, it would make me puke” our very low priestess for the
evening took the Sacred Missal in hand and seating
herself on the tarmac set the air a sizzle with a monologue on wet
panties that left Dickless Namehole faint and had
Almond Joy giving the monkey a few extra spanks. Even
Rainman found himself wet from the inside out. Naked
Hasher found it necessary to slap a piece of duct tape over
the hole he’d just pronged in his tights. Happily it was a very
small hole not that any of the bimbos who watched it happen thought
so. Gored Bush was busy telling Daniella that
she thought his pinkie had popped through to which Daniella
shook her head sadly and noted that it wasn’t very good advertising
for Naked. The air was thick with pheromones by the time the
pack set out on trail. The King’s trail took the pack along
the cliffs along the coast. The night was as dark as Chickless
Boner’s sexual fantasies. Relying on the darkness Bone
Marrow and Ben Gay took the opportunity for a
quickie below the trail and were surprised to be caught in the glare
of the headlamps that are becoming ubiquitous. Whippet Out
mistaking Ben’s bare butt for a bunny took Tongueless
on a wild ride. Hearing the howls of his bestest bud sent Whippet
In into a frenzy that found its outlet in dragging Fits
In into the fray. The insanity was increased by the appearance
of Drill Me who was suddenly airborne as Bite
Size decided to join in the chase at top speed. Happily Ben
Gay is fleet of foot and able to climb trees like a monkey as
those who saw him do it can attest. It took Tits 4 Hire’s
promise to provide him a private showing of her moneymaking mammaries
to get him back to ground level. Hearing her promise sent LCB
and Rhett Butthole in search of anything taller than
they are to scramble atop. Just Doesn’t Get It was busy
asking Twinkle Dick what happened proving that he
really does deserve his name. The way Twink was eyeing him it
was clear that Just Doesn’t Get It may be a replacement for
Crazy Bob. Once the dog show was over the pack was on in and
definitely ready for some serious alcoholic enhancement. A reprise of
Fits In’s famous Bloody Marys filled the Sacred Bucket.
Sadly there was no Spontaneous Combustion available since Enter
The Gerbil had cleverly concealed it in the fridge after the New
Year’s Hangover Hash and couldn’t remember where. Bigfoot
is seriously considering getting him a brain cell upgrade for his
birthday. Lois Lame once again exhibited her addiction to BMs
and it wasn’t long before she was again conversing with her crotch
but this time it was answering her. The really scary thing was having
Phone Sex, Handjob For Humanity, and Dick Chick
involve themselves in the conversation and asking LL’s
little friend for advise about men. What’s next Tarot Twats?
Snatching, no pun intended, up the Sword Of Power the King
dispensed down-downs in a rather pointed manner. Fearing bloodshed
Likes To Lick, at great personal risk, belled the cat or at
least corked the point probably preventing the King from the
need to put forth a manslaughter defense. The Sacred Bucket
was doing a fine job of man and woman slaughter on its own. Bag
Lady was once again ministering to a swollen headed Dr. Kimble
and lamenting that Bloodys only swelled one of his heads. Shaggy
Dog was saluted and sent off with a d-d to establish a hash in
Niger where he’s headed for the Piece Corp. SCAF and Just
Hans were so toasted that when they darted into the bushes for a
quick whiz they needed to stand back to back to stay upright imagine
their damp surprise when they realized they were head to head.
Unnamed Gypsy raiders produced the Surf CityH3 banner and the
MinneapolisH3 drinking vessel hashnapped at the Monterey New Year’s
Eve Hash Party. Ransom photos were taken and Open Wide was
alcoholed into volunteering to act as go between during the ransom
negotiations. All this was swept away when the King brought
our evening’s reader up for a d-d and Janelle flashed a
bouncy brace that brought down the house. D’anglin Anglin
swears that if her nips were any puffier they’d have pierced his
eyeballs. Maybe next time he won’t stand as close, nah. Shithead
was oblivious to all this as he was busy trying to convince Lois’
crotch that it’s wrong about men. Alcohol and eats were taken at
Greco Romano. Star light, star bright, first tits we see tonight, we
wish we may we wish we might, cop a feel it it’s alright. Cheers.