Run #491 Urban Shiggy

Who knew about Thumper’s interest in genetics? Who knew how fascinated he is by the effects of toxicity on DNA? Wow, Thumper the Gypsies’ answer to Watson and Crick! There he was last Thursday using his haring chores to perform experiments on that most expendable category of test subjects hashers. Should any of those who *an last Thursday’s trail ever become pregnant or even less likely induce a pregnancy it will be interesting to see what Thumper’s trail wrought. Just Laura in a blatant attempt to undermine Beats Me’s effort to earn the coveted title of Gypsy Madame tossed a fresh chunk of bimbo into the stew. Her contribution Just Christine, visiting from Las Vegas, did a splendid job adding to the Gypsies’ religious education. In an unusual exercise of good judgment Fuck Me; Father steered his squeeze Just Andrea away from the crowd. It had suddenly dawned on him that perhaps her convent trained ears might find the Sacred Missal offensive thereby diminishing the likelihood of him getting any later. Religion having been dealt with it was time for Thumper’s experiment to begin. Trail took the pack across 280 and into a homeless encampment where Naked Hasher and the Ripper were stunned to find several former Whine & Chowder Society GMs who were washed away when the dot.com bubble burst. Still once a hasher always a hasher and they were more than happy to share their bottle of Tokay with him. Just Doesn’t Get it had a terrible time keeping them from tossing Napoleon Bonerdog onto the barbi. Having whined and dined with the down and out the pack found itself on hands and knees tunneling through the foliage and urban detritus that so adds to San Francisco’s ambience. I R Stupid was especially pleased with the soiled diaper that stuck to his hand once again living up to his name and the old tampon sticking out of Jackoff’s sock was the perfect accessory. Ever the adherent to waste not want not Chickless Boner was delayed while searching through the forest of used condoms and pocketing those he considered most salvageable. Leave it to Chickless to hang around where even rats fear to tread. Seeing the look of horror on Udder Moron’s face when CB offered to share the wealth was, as they say in the commercial, priceless. While the rest of the pack was communing with the cause of diseases not seen since the 14^th century Tongueless was surrounding himself with bimbos. Seriously hors d’*unning due to a toenail ripped off buy Fits In during one of her hormone replacement therapy induced rages, and you thought she was a saint, the poor devil was forced to spend the evening with the likes of Latex Dreams; Thumper’s only reason to go on living. Unfortunately for him the bimbos were interested in fawning over Whippet In and Whippet Out not him. The trail led the pack back across Ocean and into the BART station where only Enter The Gerbil’s vigilance prevented D’anglin Anglin from boarding a train in search of flour. Trail then circle jerked itself back to the start. Almond Joy couldn’t have cared less since he was focused on High Beams, from the WasatchH3, whose tits were his guiding light. While the rest of the pack was enjoying a chance to climb over a shopping cart, hop a fence, and climb a tree all before becoming lost in the building maze at SF City College No Hands was enjoying a beer at the beer check. Some would say it pays to follow the trail. The beer check took place in one of the reservoirs turned into a parking lot where those walkers were able to not only watch the less than half minded members of the pack totally ignore Drill Me and Bite Size strolling along the rim and continue into the night but tune into the Nutless and Just Esther show once again. By the time she’s done with him he’ll have two less than perfect legs. Bigfoot did a masterful job of taping this week’s episode and once she adds music the tape will be available from her rental wanking library. The pack finally made its way back to the start at the parking lot in Balboa Park where the table was set and the Sacred Bucket was filled in front of the Ingleside police station. As one departing copper told Tongueless where could the pack have been safer? While Fuck Me; Father’s attentions were focused on trying to not look like a drunken fool (a fruitless effort) to impress Just Andrea his pooch Libby’s attentions were focused on teaching Otto what bitch means. After downing several cups of River Madness Manhole was heard to comment on how similar Libby and Otto were to his relationship with his wife… just before he dissolved into tears. Ballot Box and Officer Dibble, from the TrinityH3, were especially pleased with the trail allowing as how crawling through all the garbage had saved them hours and money in shopping for souvenirs. Speaking of saving time, Beats Me produced Just Heather from New York, already wrapped in a blanket and ready to go. Go Nad opened the bidding but his low balling just assured a continuation of his no balling. Swinging King Rongjon swung the Sword Of Power and dominated the circle drowning evil doers in down-downs. When he ran out of alcohol the pack ran out of interest and moved on to Mama’s for Mexican. Quick Igor where’s that brain. Cheers.