Run #1482 Waldo is Right Fucking Here!

In Feb. 2020 Pied Piper laid the last trail before the Plague Year great shutdown so of course Pied Piper led the Gypsies rats back to the same trap. Our hare started his trail at the Waldo Point Harbor parking lot at Bridgeway and North Bridge Road in Sausalito. As it pulled into the parking lot the Outbeer was waved into a waiting space by the multitude of dry throats. The keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin was quickly tapped and throats were moistened. While the pack perused the skyline noting that there was very little place to go but up followed by down Lois Lame preached to the pack from the Missal Without A Name that was gifted to the Gypsies by 5150 who is still bunioning about. Having listened to LL with the raptest of attention Tongueless’ Penis averred that he was so moved that it made the drive down from Sacto worth the effort. LL blushed at the praise. On that note our hare blessed the pack with chalktalk generously recommending they not be killed and gleefully promising lots of up before the down.

The Lost Patrol was ably led by On All 4’s. She led the usual duo of ancients, Tongueless and Fits In along with the, in his mind, youthful but basically lazy Wash This Asshole. Trail took all and sundry across and along Bridgeway to turn past Remington Dog Park, Martin Luther King Jr. Park and the Lycée Français de San Francisco; Just Fuck Off is such a romantique that she insisted on Just Ted AKA The Other Bastard reciting a few lines from Voltaire! Unclear on the concept JTAKATOB gave her a lecture on AC vs. DC voltage, he is such a romantic. Our hare, a man of honor, promised stairs and he was true to his word. One Night Only used the up go as a form of meditation and happily her mantra was “CUPCAKES”. Trail eventually came back down to Bridgeway, Blow Queen managed to appear out of nowhere and shoot past the LP as they headed for the harbor down Harbor Dr. Here is where the most frightening words ever spoken were heard by OA4’s WTA and Fits In! There was Tongueless once more swearing that, “I know where we are, and we can get back this way!” Well, yes, it was possible to get back to the start following him and it’s also possible to put a man on the Moon and T’s course was just as arduous. They were lucky enough not to spend as much time as the Israelites in the Sinai, but it was a near run thing and WTA decided he would be better off cutting himself loose. Eventually OA4s and FI told the old windbag to shut his trap and taking back control managed to get back to the start. Our hare had assembled a mountainous amount of ham, bread, cheese and all the fixings so the pack indulged in perfecting their vulture imitation. The Sacred Thermi were filled with Irish coffee and FI provided a large bowl of freshly made whipped cream. Manhole had a whip cream mustache as he kissed FI’s shoes and speaking from the heart acknowledged, “We are not worthy”. Dr. Kimble was a smidge unclear on the concept as he swallowed yet another mug of Irish coffee and whipped cream, this was evidenced by how pronounced his slurring was as he pointed toward the water and said, “At least I don’t have as far to go tonight, and the coffee will keep me awake”. Chickenboner almost swallowed her tongue she laughed so hard. Cuming Mutha, much clearer on the concept, just handed his keys to OA4s. Hand Pump watched Piggy Style live up to his name before draping him over a fence, at least he LOOKED like he was upright! The pack continued to empty the keg and Thermi finally emptying both. Oddly enough once the food and drink disappeared so did the pack! Cheers.