Run #1489 The Artsy Fartsy
Crowd Gnaws on a Chickenboner!
Chickenboner,
the Little Queen,
knows her subjects well and catered to their love of the arts by
calling the Gypsies
together at the Palace of Fine Arts on Lyon St. Our hare was still
out on trail as the pack dribbled in and parked along the back of the
building. It wasn’t hard to recognize the pack since it consisted
of the huge crowd standing around the Outbeer
guzzling from the keg of Lagunitas
IPA. CB’s
fame as a hare extraordinaire has reached all the way to Guam where
the hash sent Beta
Bitch to see if her
fame was deserved. Adopt
A Pussy was thrilled
that there was a beer he could drink and drink and drink etc. Our
hare wanted the pack to park in the lot just off Lyon and, hey, the
Outbeer
started there and Just
Fuck Off
put her car there as well. Tongueless
and Fits In,
cowardly souls, um, well, one of them anyway, noticed that a chain
could close the lot so moved the Outbeer
around the building to parking for commoners. JFO,
a born gambler, cast her fate the winds and stayed put! When Who’s
Your Daddy heard that
T had
rung CB
to ask about the parking situation he told her yet again, “You
NEVER answer a call from T
it will only make you crazy!” Backside
Banger supported the
move since it guaranteed the free flow of piss; he knows it’s all
about priorities! Backwash
pointed out that the crowd blocking the road as they pounded piss
must have been too small for the law enforcers, who started to cruise
by but turned around, to bother with. Missed
Delivery and Tonya
Hardon were having a
hardon to get the show on the road so Beta
Bitch honored the
Gypsies
with a reading from the Male
Missal that could be
heard all the way to Guam. Exaggerated
Crack allowed that
after that reading “Brent” may become the most popular name for a
boy in Guam, but EC
is kind of odd! Happily, Choke
Your Daddy and Yank
Me Daddy keep him
grounded. In the interest of getting back to drink from the keg at a
reasonable hour our hare cast the ne’er-do-wells into the night.
While the rest of the pack set off around the museum the Lost
Patrol aka the halt,
the lame and the bumbling clutched at the hem of our hare’s garment
and pled with her to save them any unnecessary exercise! Even Banana
In Public joined the
LP
under the rubric of “halt” or maybe “lame”. Wash
This Asshole always
stays with the LP
under the “lame” rubric but in his case the meaning is different.
Trail took the pack to Crissy Field and through the restored marsh.
TriCrapalete
told Just Georgina
that he didn’t think the restored marsh really constituted the
water portion of the Ironman! TC
should remember that a little of the keg goes a long way and a lot of
the keg goes even further. Marks were found crossing Mason and trail
climbed to go under the Presidio Parkway. On
All 4s was busy
monitoring Cuming
Mutha’s location on
the trail just to make sure he *an every step he would be claiming, a
hard coach is OA4s!
As the Cavalry Stables were passed Closet
Twitcher lamented how
he was now in the footsore Cavalry! It was either the sore feet or
the keg, you can guess which is more likely, that had CT
point to the sky and insist Blow
Queen was passing
overhead; strange things happen on Gypsy
trails. Dr. Kimble
offered to give CT
cut rates to deal with both his sore feet and
his delusions! Manhole
wondered aloud as to who was more delusional CT
or Dr. K?
Trail continued through the Presidio. As odd as the Gypsies
may be it’s just an ugly rumor that Jack
The Ripper and Hand
Pump mooned the people
working out at the former Planet Fitness no matter what Just
Ted AKA The Other Bastard swears!
A romp through the rotunda and it was back to blocking the road while
the keg slipped under its Cloak
Of Invisibility and
the table was loaded with Vitamin J and Sacred
Thermi filled with
spiced rum Hot Toddy not to mention Chickenboner
cupcake specials. You have to have that sugar to keep the alcohol
fermenting if you want a real hangover. 5150
arrived to drink away his bunion surgery aches and pains, um, not
that he’s ever needed a reason to just drink away! 5
Angry Inches really
wants to put 5150’s
knee scooter through its paces on a motocross course but all that
begging was a little unseemly! Eventually T
took up the Sword
Of Power and convening
the Circle distributed more alcohol to people who REALLY didn’t
need it! Phone Sex was
brought up to be humiliated for not being around for a few weeks but
all she got was sympathy when she couldn’t remember
why she was there then
let alone why she wasn’t there last week! Just
Alkin and Just
Ata were given
down-downs for beating a DUI rap! The pack didn’t really need to
hear that all the training they’d had in Sperm Alley really paid
off! The keg died heroically and the Sacred
Thermi never stood a
chance. Chickenboner
struck again! Cheers.