Run #1487 ABBAA and the
Dinosaur
Lois Lame and
Bitches Bitch chose
to honor that man with no honor to speak of, Tongueless,
on the occasion of his upcoming 3 quarters of a century BDay and they
picked Milf Valley so the ancient one and Fits
In wouldn’t have so
far to cum. It’s more than fitting that our hares picked the
Recreation House Cabin on Tennessee Valley Rd. since AA meetings are
held there and it’s across the road from a cemetery, you
know just in case.
Speaking of the BDay boy the Outbeer
arrived with what the pack was really there for a keg of Lagunitas
Unrefined Sugar
with a healthy 10% ABV. Hand
Pump made sure that at
least one of the clowns from out of town came over the bridge
arriving with Fucking
In Tents from
Albuquerque as well as that local clown Blow
Queen and that Dancing
Queen, ABBAA,
who had a promise to fulfill. In the competition for Clown Car of the
Year, Manhole
is betting on Adopt A
Pussy, thinking a
lawyer is probably a bigger clown than another software guy! Of
course, he could be putting his money on the wrong profession since
Wash This Asshole
is pretty clownish. Improper
Cleanse a visitor from
Salt Lake CityH3 was wearing his kilt pretty much guaranteeing that
he’d freeze his balls off since the temp was in the 30s. In an
attempt to raise the temp Improper
Cleanse took the Male
Missal in hand, and
with T
providing light preached a sermon that had Just
Mark choking on his
dried seaweed. JM
was being punished for bringing health food to the home of Vitamin
J, sugar, salt, fat and the Sacred
Bucket. On that
note our hares sent the pack off in search of the Anal Quest,
alcohol, what you expected sodas, stashed on trail. They pointed out
that the solution to the quest would require much climbing and the
consumption of the alcohol could guarantee a quicker trip down. That
promise of a quicker trip down was music to Piggy
Style’s ears
although he may have been misinterpreting its meaning. Peteophile
had no trouble interpreting what was in his best interest so he
proclaimed his allegiance to the Lost
Patrol! Off set the
questers and off went the LP
and oddly enough in the same direction! On
All 4s, a natural
leader, led but she allowed that T
and FI might
have local knowledge to combine with their natural laziness. For the
most part the halt, lame, and disinclined to exercise stayed together
pretty well. BB
and LL’s concern
was that trail might have been excised by local “Karens” who
feared the white powder of death, no not cocaine, flour. The
cognoscenti were off circle jerking until Missed
Delivery and Tonya
Hard On took the early
lead at the first check. Then the trail turned uphill with serious
intent. Speaking of intent Fucking
In Tents had a
headlamp failure and was saved by Blow
Queen who carries
enough headlamps to open a store. The boys in the band were happy to
have Tonya Hard
On finding the falsity of more than a few false trails. Once the Anal
Quest had been solved the down go was in fact easier since it was
more or less a controlled fall. Eventually all were reunited and
after checking for broken bones and contusions the keg was tapped and
the picnic table was covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred
Thermi filled with hot
cider and spiced rum. Our hares had promised food and Butt
Plug Fred did an
enviable impersonation of Pied Piper by bringing a grill that
eventually the intellectuals in the pack were able to assemble. Our
hares set to grilling hot dogs both meat ones and veggie something or
others. They also had the buns and requisite fixings. One
Night Only our Lady of
Flour and Sugar had baked chocolate chip waffles and a BDay cake that
had so much sugar and butter that she was awarded a Medal of Honor by
both the American Dental Association and
the American Medical
Association. Eventually with their bellies full and minds clouded the
pack who hadn’t fled in terror at the thought, yes, Cuming
Mutha and OA4s,
along with Dr. Kimble
and MD
and THO
were lacking the courage to face the naked push-ups by T
that are traditional.
Hand Pump
is made of sterner stuff. 5150
with his medical background brought a defibrillator just in case.
What T and
his cohort ABBAA
needed was de-icer! It was so cold that T
could barely get his
shoes off. ABBAA
at least could wrap himself in his long blonde locks. ABBAA
was complaining that the cold was causing shrinkage while T
has nothing left to shrink. The boys assumed perfect push-up position
and with the pack too drunk to maintain a count cranked out a dozen!
Eventually they were reclad and T
took up the Sword Of
Power and convened a
Circle that made even less sense than usual. Hopefully Jack
The Ripper’s
eyesight will return although his mind’s eye will always remind him
what he saw. Cheers.