Run #1527 Always Make Sure You Have Spare Parts! 

As December entered the calendar our putative hare was to be Chickenboner but she was laid low and forced to reach into her tool bin in search of a spare hare, voila, out popped Whose Your Daddy! WYD brought the Gypsies to December and set them down at the Boathouse at Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park. It was a small pack that gathered in the darkness and chill but they came to show support for the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin. Exaggerated Crack spoke for all when he pulled his 3^rd pretrail pint and patting the keg whispered, “We didn’t want you to feel unloved!” Where piss is concerned the Gypsies are all about compassion! Speaking of appreciation, Wash This Asshole looked around him at trees in the darkness and allowed as he loved the dark of winter because it turned the world into his toilet! The pack seemed much more interested in 5150’s sermon from the Miserable Missal, yes, the one he provided. Just to give you an idea, even Tongueless wouldn’t read from it! Still 5150 stood by his choice of “literature” Our hare had departed and left T to point the pack in the right direction to start them off in search of marks. What would a WYD trail be without a circle jerk at the start, no worries, the pack wasn’t going to find out!  Once the jerks had been sufficiently jerked around the real trail appeared going down Stow Lake Dr. East. Being an artsy group, our hare took the pack including the Lost Patrol, in fact the LP made up most of the pack, past the Giuseppe Verdi statue! Blow Queen wondered aloud as to why no group has yet called for the statue to be removed for offending some sensibility! Tricrapalete opined that Verdi had no hand in any massacres, wars, genocides or anything juicy; an answer as good as any that one can expect in the Gypsies, Trail continued around the Music Concourse and through the Shakespeare Garden out to Nancy Pelosi Dr. to 5^th Ave. before dropping back into the shiggy and around the Lily Pond. It’s not certain that Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard had pounded too many pints at the start but there didn’t seem to be any better explanation for his leaping onto a lily pad and croaking like a frog, um, until the croaking turned to glug, glug, glug. Just Fuck Off was visibly annoyed when she had to jump in and drag him out! Still, the pack really enjoyed watching them shake off the water! The pack hotfooted it down JFK Dr. past the guy who was playing a piano and all the people coming back from the Christmas tree lighting. Eventually trail dropped back into the park and wound through the woods past the Golden Gate Park Log Cabin and back to the Stow Lake Boathouse. The keg was tapped, and the picnic table covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with rum and hot cider courtesy of Fits In. Cuming Mutha realizing that he was driving tread lightly but still managed to do his fair share of damage. Cheese Turd appeared out of the night and suddenly the conversation turned to his favorite subject, porn! Just Jeorgina told him it was too bad that wasn’t a category in Pub Quiz Trivia Nights; all that useless knowledge going to waste! Can you say, “sarcasm” because CT didn’t get it! Oh well. Cheers.