Run #1529 A Turd in the Pool

Cheese Turd turned his hand to haring for the Gypsies and summoned the pack to Rossi Playground, home of Rossi Pool, on Rossi and Anza. The pack was stunned to find parking plentiful, until the pack took it! Our hare was still out laying trail, so the pack was “forced” to pound the 2 kegs of left over piss kept fresh on the jockeyboxes in Hand Pump’s beer van. The pack had a choice of Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale or Moylan’s White Christmas Winter Ale. The Outbeer had a backup keg of Lagunitas IPA, just in case. Backside Banger was going through a breakdown of indecision when On All 4s and Choke Me, Daddy comforted him by pointing out that he could have both and not have to make a “life changing” choice! A little over emotion goes a long way in the Gypsies. The pack lined the street waiting for the hare to cum off trail and twiddled whatever made them happy! Just Nikki a visitor from the CUCIH3 took the situation in and with the Family Missal well in hand preached a sermon on the love of a mother and son! As the pack listened entranced by JN’s words On All 4s looked on in bemusement at Wash This Asshole’s closed eyes, secret smile, and slow-moving hand! As she finished her sermon the hare appeared and gave a chalktalk that left the pack scratching its collective head. The Lost Patrol was actually in line with the pack since there was no need to stash the keg. Trail took the pack for a fiddle fuck around the playground down Rossi Ave and Lone Mt. Terrace. Tricrapalete was tempted to stop at the Honorary Consulate of the Republic of San Marino but was able to keep his wanderlust in check! Jack The Ripper was more tempted to stop at the American Longevity Alliance to see if he could increase his longevity. Tonya Hard On missed the “evity” part and immediately thought this would be a good place to send 5 Angry Inches! Trail took the pack off of Parker and into the Lone Mt. Campus of the University of San Francisco where the sight of all those coeds had Manhole wishing he’d worn looser shorts! A cruel One Night Only looked at him and told him to, “Put that candy cane back in your pocket!” Navigating the campus, the pack finally exited at Turk Blvd. where the DGK mark had real meaning. 5150 looked like he was playing Frogger as he crossed the lanes if traffic to the sound of screeching brakes and screamed obscenities. The pack was quickly back into the domain of USF and stayed there until they crossed Fell St. and took Clayton through the Panhandle. The pack found itself on Haight St. with Dr. Kimble wistfully wondering what’s an old hippie to do! Cuming Mutha reminded him that Dr. K had never been a young hippie or hippie of any age. Trail jogged into GGP and along Stanyan past the Columbarium to return to the start. The kegs Hand Pump provided were tapped and the only things the Cloak of Invisibility held were the Sacred Thermi full of hot cider and rum and the Vitamin J. Exaggerated Crack noted the squad car rolling down Anza with its spotlight on Rossi. Tongueless looked and told EC not to forget to wave. Fits In heard some rustling in the bush behind the chain link fence when who should appear but Bitch Pimp who’d been walking Just Charlie in the playground. FI passed her cups of punch and cooed over Just Charlie. Pied Piper had some jerky to pass around. When PP got close to the fence Just Charlie thought that fresh PP would be better than jerky! The pack decided against hanging Cheese Turd from the fence or feeding him to the hound. Cheers.