Run #1347 Fuckety, Fuck, Fuckers!
Disproving
rumors of their demise in the wildfires that consumed large parts of
Oz Ice Box and Hot Dick were back in the U S Of A and
tormenting the Gypsies with a, well, Hot Dick and Ice
Box trail. The traveling duo called the pack together at the Log
Cabin in the Presidio site of much hashing hysteria. The pack
gathered and wetted their appetite for the trail with Laguintas
Czech Pils a favorite of the hares. HogtownH3 graced the pack
with Can Come In My Mouth but sadly “Saint” Titty Boo Boo
was nowhere to be seen and CCIM was not about to settle for
second best. As a true believer in never settling for less than the
best Dick Ass Mother Fucker allowed that CCIM was
making the right choice. An early arrival Just Jeff was quick
to point out that cuming early is not his usual style. Do Her
Well’s comment was, “Well, then you’re an oddity among the
men, and I use that term loosely, in this gang”! Just Doesn’t
Get it scuffed mumbled, “Cold, really cold”! Dr. Kimble
just said, “Welcome to the Gypsies a close knit group.”
Cream Chugger fell over laughing almost crushing little Lilly
on her leash. Cars kept arriving with dropping the usual content of
clowns. Closet Twitcher pumped in on his clown bicycle and all
and sundry were busy pounding piss and scratching their heads over
the runic marks Hot Dick had laid out for the chalktalk.
Gentle soul that she is, Tears Of Semen stepped between them
as blows fell over Ice Box refusing to embarrass herself by
trying to explain Hot Dick’s cryptic marks. Clearly the pack
was in need of some old time religion and that was provided by Just
Jeff who read a homily from the Male Missal and in keeping
with our hares the story took place in Oz. The wrangling over the
chalktalk was solved by King Rongjon pointing out that the
marks were indeed symbols from ancient runes and paying any attention
to them would bring nothing but ruination. On that note the pack was
off into the night. Our hares tossed their lot in with the Lost
Patrol with Ice Box promising that she would make sure all
survived the rigors of the trail. Trail took all and sundry down
Storey Ave and Rod Rd. before turning into the woods and under
Veterans Blvd. By now it was clear that marks were a tad few and far
between which had our hares loudly proclaiming the “Fuckety, fuck,
fuckers who live here have brushed away the fucking marks”! Hot
Dick also made the point that this is what happens when civilians
are allowed to replace the military who used to live on the Presidio.
Adopt A Pussy was amazed that anyone would find a way to suck
flour off of wet ground let alone take the time to wash an arrow off
a post. Fits In quickly put the snouts of Tongue Depressor
and Qaeda Cunt to work sniffing out what trail the vandals had
left behind while the intermittent glow of headlamps showed the pack
was still more or less looking for the bits and bobs of trail that
existed. While our hares were busy assigning blame to all and sundry
including each other the pack moved on through the night. The last
bit of vandal activity was a check that had “GO AWAY” spelled out
in flour across it. At that point Phone Sex started to look
around her and wonder if she was going to be murdered. Phonie
has never been short of melodrama. Trail wound through the Presidio
to Immigrant Point Overlook where they enjoyed the overlook. Trail
took those so inclined down to a trail that led them down and across
Lincoln Blvd and the Coastal Trail down to the beach and lots of
bitching. The LP continued down Washington Blvd. and thence
down Lincoln Blvd. before crossing back past Fort Scott Field and
back to the start. As Tongueless and the King hauled
the keg over to the picnic tables the usual feat of artery clogging
Vitamin J was laid out along with the Sacred Thermi filled
with mulled wine to help cut the chill. As Pencil Dick cut the
chill he pointed out to our hares that he’d gotten more exercise
than he’d planned. Blow Queen was busy toasting his prowess
at finding trail where none existed. Cuming Mutha pointed out
that usually that just means you *an your own trail and came back to
the start. Bitch Pimp arrived late thanks less to the stress
of trail than stress in general. Hand Pump was slow to arrive
but Lois Lame averred that it was more likely him having been
“helping” a damsel in distress than the trail. Lois does
have a genteel way of putting things that could easily cum out
raunchier say if Chickenboner was the one making the point.
Who’s Your Daddy on the other hand said that CB is
the soul of genteelism. Jack The Ripper marveled at WYD
still being sober enough to get the words out. Manhole and
Mans Best Hole arrived and proceeded to do major damage to the
keg. MBH now just carries the car keys in his teeth. Missed
Delivery as usual was sweating so much that he alone could solve
the drought problem. King Rongjon took up the Sword Of
Power and led the Circle in his own inimitable style. It was a
grand welcome back for and from our hares.