Run #471 It’s a Bimbo Thing
Tits
and the slightest chance they might see some was the siren song that
filled the Gypsies’ ranks last week with Whine & Chowder
Society wankers. Rumor has it that Scarlett O’Hairy planted
a ring in many noses by promising to flash her finest. The thought of
Scarlett’s magical mammaries sent Son of Shit pole
vaulting to the parking lot of the old public health hospital at the
top of 15th Ave. off Lake St. Voyeur couldn’t
resist Scarlett and even if he could he was incapacitated by
the potential of a multibreast extravaganza from Scarlett,
Open Wide, Dick Chick, and Beats Me. He
arrived with more cameras than are normally found on a National
Geographic shoot. Hope springs eternal in the male genitalia and
Pencil Dick was there hoping that he’d see a sight
that would make him go blind. Broken Trojan was hoping
to get a chance to live up to his name. Beastie Boy was
hoping to finally see in the flesh what he’s only seen in his
favorite stroke magazines. Speaking of favorites everyone’s
favorite Puritan, Motor Mount, was there to make sure
that no one had anymore fun than his morality allows. Open
Wide and her band of Baaad Girls promised the Gypsies
an evening’s entertainment that would set their hearts beating,
heads pounding, and genitals throbbing, tequila and tits the best and
the brightest. Visions of the butts of hares Dick Chick
and Open Wide gently swaying into the distance left the
pack sorely in need of religion and a strong dose of salt peter. A
religious service was led by Just Claire who added her own
commentaries complete with bumps and grinds to her reading of the
Sacred Missal. Claire’s success was obvious
from the amount of steam puffing from Naked Hasher’s
ears along with the “frosting” Cupcake spread on his
shorts. Their souls more or less saved the pack were off in hot
pursuit of their sexual fantasies. Trail led the pack through
Mountain Lake Park. Just Claire’s veddy English accent had
Dickless Namehole so hot that he chose a bath in the
lake to cool his ardor. D’anglin Anglin assuming that
Dickless must be on trail followed his lead only to surface
with a turtle fastened to his member and obviously enjoying it. While
OW and DC were leading the pack a merry chase Scarlett
with the help of Nutless Sac who, if he doesn’t get
laid soon, is going to get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in both wrists, was
preparing the Jell-O Shot check. Blazing the trail was Just
Doesn’t Get It desperate to win the hash or at least be the
first one to the Jell-O. Pump Fake was so awed by
Manhandler’s ability to suck swallow at least with Jell-O
that he stumbled and sprained his ankle. His bid for a sympathy suck
was ignored even though he swore it would taste like grape. Still out
on trail Grim Rimmer was deeply engrossed in reading
Teen Bitch and explaining the finer points of hashing to newboot Just
Dan who was suddenly veeery afraid. Having consumed enough Jell-O
to keep Bill Cosby happy the pack was off in search of yet more
alcohol. *unners without purpose were thrust aside as the pack
charged through Golden Gate Park it’s thirst for tequila and tits
unquenched. In his mad dash for alcohol Chickless Boner
ignored a still quite serviceable corpse. Ever thoughtful Drill
Me allowed Bite Size to mark the spot so he
could go back after dark. With the murder rate climbing in San
Francisco Chickless is getting it more often than Nutless.
Trail led the thirsty pack to OW’s abode where she and the
Bimbo Brigade had turned the hallway into a party. Beats Me
midriff bared and bejeweled was there to hip sling men into the web
spun by OW, DC, and Scarlett where they were
doused in glitter and filled with hooch... Leather hugged OW’s
hips the rest of her creamy flesh was covered only in a feather boa,
blood red bra, and thousand watt smile as she called her lambs to the
slaughter. Dressed in a black dress that had been spray painted on
and wearing a feather boa to tickle their fancy Dick Chick
held the chair for those about to enter Heaven’s gate. With
Scarlett’s bounteous brace dangling over their noses the
poor bastards never felt a thing. Muff Snatcher heard
the siren song and a dazed look on his face found himself upside down
filled with tequila and margarita mix as the vixens left him shaken
and very stirred. Men of all species fell victim to these charmers.
Whippet In and Whippet Out were rolling
on their backs in hope of a belly scratch. Even an old dog like
Tongueless found himself acting like a puppy in their
presence. The ladies laughed in his face and praised Fits In
for at least having him housebroken as she lead him out by his ear a
glazed look in his eye and drool hanging from his chin. Five seconds
in the chair and Pied Piper was planning to fake his
own suicide and stay there forever. Sadly his wife’s dog threatened
to turn him in. Katie must be woman’s best friend. All that
estrogen in the air left Lois Lame wondering if she’d
like to double her chances of a date on Saturday nights. Likes To
Lick a man known for his appetites assuming his baser ones would
be satisfied later turned to more urgent needs by gorging on the
brownies supplied for the pack’s pleasure. LCB received
special attention as befits his adding another year to the notches on
his bedpost but, sadly, the yearly ones were the only ones to be
added to. While all this lust was going unbridled King Rongjon
was lost in the ether along with Enter The Gerbil who
preferred being lost to explaining the eau de other women to Bigfoot
who arrived late. Also lost was Shithead who decided a twist
of the wrist at home was better than looking and not touching. I R
Stupid was another late arrival and so dismayed by what he’d
missed that Our Ladies of Lust allowed him a private glimpse of
Heaven. While the pack was pounding down River Madness from the
Sacred Bucket Vincent was once again spending
his time with the dogs leading At Your Cervix to lament “I’d
cum for him if he’d toss me a boner.” Phone Sex
arrived late but still early enough to put the dazed look back in
Muff Snatcher’s eyes when she asked him if he could
do more with his tongue than tie it when he talks to her. King
Rongjon stood back enjoying his vassal’s pleasure. When time
arose for dispensing justice in the form of down-downs he strode
forth Sword Of Power in hand and with charity for all and
malice for none punished the wicked such as LCB for getting
older but no less flatulent while rewarding the good like our hares
OW, DC, Scarlett, and Beats Me whose
presence was reward enough for the pack. The frivolity was continued
at Georgio’s Pizza. Alcohol and amour who could ask for anything
more. Cheers.