Run #460 Thumper Promises “Hot Lesbian Action”
Whoa,
there was something for the pack to conjure with. Except for King
Rongjon who announced his lesbianism in London no one knew there
were any other lesbians in the Gypsies. The King wept
as he welcomed Thumper out of the closet. What a shock. What’s
next Chickless Boner admitting he’s had sex with
something that still breathes? Hell, estrogen was in the air as
Scarlett O’Hairy gave the pack some of that old time
religion from the Sacred Missal. Scarlett just glowed
as she played the pack like an organ with yet another parable of
Nanci and Kelli. Eager Beaver seemed especially
fascinated by some of the more technical descriptions to the point of
taking notes. The look in his eyes said McTaco was pumping his
fist in the air and going “yes, yes, yes” in the expectation of
driving it home while driving her home. In a frenzy to finish the
trail and get on to Thumper’s promise the pack was off like
a rocket. Trail led to the obligatory first check where the pack was
stunned to find that it could actually be solved in less than five or
six hours. At one point the trail led to a children’s slide, ever
open to a challenge Just Hans dived on head first. How sad for
him to realize that he was no longer a child as his bulk wedged him
in the slide. Manhole, understanding the concepts required for
dislodging an object quickly leashed Otto to Hans’
wrist threw several treats down the slide and as Otto lunged
for the treats applied his rather large foot to Hans’ ass.
The combination sent Hans down the slide like Chinese food
followed by Ex-Lax. From this point trail took the pack to Precita
Park where the ever thirsty Pump Fake was noticed going
through brown paper bags in search of a last drop that could tide him
over to the promised beer check. Sadly for our hare Shithead wasn’t
present as there were enough stairs involved to impress even him. As
long as there was an up to go the trail went up. It wound its way
through Bernal Heights to Bernal Heights Park where with no concern
for the possible law suits our hare sent the pack on a cliff side
romp guaranteed to pucker many a sphincter. One look over the edge
had Whippet Out contemplating Tongueless’ double
indemnity policy and Fits In and Whippet In a life of
leisure. Tongueless choosing discretion over valor kept to the
high ground denying them any sudden windfalls. Perseverance led to
the beer check on Bernal Heights Blvd. From the beer check it was a
straight shot back to the start at Holly Park Circle and the Sacred
Bucket. I R Stupid arrived too late to follow the trail
but not to late to bitch about the Bucket filled with rum, lime
juice, tonic. Foolishly I R bitched to Fits In but happily his
groin injury should be healed in three to four weeks. No Hands
had no problem with the Bucket and eventually was found in the bushes
with Comes Quickly’s pooch indulging in behavior promoted by
hash songs. It’s unclear whether Naked Hasher fled the scene
out of an inability to handle Thumper’s promise or because
the temperature was below 80 degrees. Gored Bush wasn’t the
least bit interested in Thumper’s promise as she had to be
at the airport to pick up a friend and her mother. Winking, grinning,
and definitely feeling the Bucket she coyly allowed that “my
friend is a babe and so is her mom” wink wink nudge nudge. With
Bigfoot hors de conjugatlity Enter The Gerbil seemed awfully
interested in what the winks and nudges might portend, but then he
was just as fascinated with watching No Hands in the bushes.
With so much promised down-downs were disposed of quickly and the
pack moved on to what Thumper had promised as the main event.
King Rongjon was in such a hurry that he eschewed the Sword
Of Power for a handy stick or it could just be he was so toasted
he couldn’t tell the difference. Open Wide an acknowledged
expert in oral activity was unable to contain herself so was the
first one to reach the site of the on-on-on and the promised
activities the Wild West Side. When the Gypsies’ favorite
blonde entered the place a hush fell over the room and she spent the
rest of the evening plaintively begging Likes To Lick , “Jack,
pleeeeease don’t leave me” and desperately trying to not have to
go to the bathroom. Yet another victim of be careful what you wish
for. A thoroughly toasted Nutless Sac was overjoyed when one
of the ladies in question said she would “set his dick on fire”
until he realized she meant it. Muff Snatcher could really
have avoided the beating he took had he only introduced himself by
his nerd name instead of his hash name. On the other hand Dick
Chick like a momma bear defending her cub saved him from an even
worse fate while exhibiting some moves that would have left Jackie
Chan in awe. Speaking of awe Just Bruce spent the evening with
his jaw sweeping the floor. Sad to report that the “hottest”
thing was the Mexican food our hare brought in. On-on to the next
fantasy. Cheers