Run # 462 The Bone Marrow Wet T-shirt Contest

The hare looked like she’d been dropped in the washing machine and gone through one too many cycles. As the pack huddled under the bus stop at Main and Second St. in Sausalito last Thursday there wasn’t much enthusiasm for *unning a trail that had probably washed away as Bone Marrow swam along the streets trying to set it. Kudos are owed to Thumper who denouncing the pack as a bunch of whinging wankers stepped out in the street stripped naked and standing tall in the downpour announced that he wasn’t melting, well actually he did suffer some shrinkage. Jaws dropped in awe and Just Becky, Bigfoot’s sister, grabbed the Sacred Missal and proving that blood is thicker than water gave a reading that could have been heard in San Jose. By the time she finished the pack was nearly out of control and tore off looking for trail or red meat whichever came first. Whippet In and Whippet Out stuck their noses out of the car and with an “are you insane” look at Tongueless and Fits In went back to sleep. Bite Size being made of sterner stuff dragged an already soaking wet Drill Me out into the dripping darkness. Bigfoot still hors de trail clutched her don’t make me laugh pillow and with Just Becky opted for a dry spot at one of the local pubs. King Rongjon hoping that Just Becky might get just drunk enough went along. Having been with Bigfoot 24/7 during the healing process Enter The Gerbil chose to relax in the teeth of the storm. Trail, what there was of it immediately turned up hill, what a surprise. Bone Marrow had warned the pack that flashlights would be necessary so of course a number of people didn’t have theirs. The first check, it could have been a figment of the pack’s mass imagination, once again caused them to dissolve into a series of hopeful mini packs. The most hopeless consisted of Tongueless, Fits In, Scarlett O’Hairy, and Rhett Butthole. Now there’s a recipe for disaster that won’t be found in Bon Appetit. As the night got darker and the trail more isolated Dipsea Shit headed off on what he hoped would prove a shortcut. Lois Lame was hot on his heels hoping to get her rape fantasy fulfilled. Neither one got what they wanted. Handjob For Humanity and SCAF both got lucky, need we say more. Caring more about not getting lost and washed away than sex, a first for him, D’anglin Anglin chose to follow No Hands and Sammy actually finding true trail. The rain eventually stopped and the pack reconvened to gain the warmth of the newest Sacred Thermi. Rum and hot cider reversed the effects of the weather or at least caused the pack to care less. In search of more warmth than the rum could provide Dr. Kimble headed home to a dry and warm, hopefully hot, Bag Lady only to find that she was planning on using the potent potable to light her fire and was with the pack. Only the combination of lust and rum could have caused him to attempt that u turn on 101. Open Wide was set so a-tingle by Likes To Lick and the Sacred Thermi that she spent half the evening helping him fog the windows in his jeep. Looking at herself Dick Chick announced that this was the wettest she’d been in months and just her luck there weren’t any men around to take advantage of it. The gleam in Dickless Namehole’s eye put the lie to that but sadly the amount of rum he’d consumed made anything more than a gleaming eye unlikely. Vincent, Vincent, Vincent, when a woman looks you in the eye and says she’s wet it’s not because she wants you to hand her a towel…nuff said. The pack does owe a vote of thanks to Just Vincent since Fits In’s latest senior moment caused her to forget chips for the salsa and he hied himself to the store to save the day. Drill Me dried off on the outside proceeded to get herself very wet on the inside and was able to put the chair she got for her 200^th *un to good use. Armed with rum soaked breath that would have brought joy to any CHPer Likes To Lick, OW, Scarlett, Rhett, the King, and Dick Chick along with SCAF and Handjob hit the bridge. Others went off to terrorize Darios. We were wet and we were still hysterical. Cheers.