Run #1350 The Queen of
Kumis Commands!
Chinchin
Chiller was as a
conference in San Francisco so for CCC
haring the trail for the Gypsies
last Thursday was a no brainer. Her only concern was the weather,
would she be able to find a start cold and windy enough to keep the
tradition alive. CCC
had no worries since she picked her home away from home, Tank Hill,
on Twin Peaks Blvd. and Villa Terrace as the start. The Outbeer
eased into a parking space along side the hill and Tongue
Depressor and Qaeda
Cunt warm in their
coats stepped out to add their special marks to the trail. One
Night Only was
already there and keeping “Saint”
Titty Boo Boo and
Pied Piper
warm. Well at least her Mercedes was keeping them warm. In keeping
with religious background Pied
Piper made a creepy
effort to get Tongueless
into the backseat as well. Tongueless
was all for it since it’s been so long since anyone called him
“little boy”! The erudite “S”TBB
pointed out that if Piper
was talking about A-bombs T
was more “Fat Man” than “Little Boy”. As usual “S”TBB
was too clever by half. Little by little the parking succumbed to the
Gypsies
who, once the keg of Lagunitas
Little Sumpin’ Easy
was tapped, filled the sidewalk. As if further proof that you only
need half-a-mind to hash, and considerably less for the Gypsies,
Bitch Pimp
once again brought her mother Just
Pat. This was Just
Pat’s 4th
trail with the Gypsies
so we already know she’s well on her way to that minimal mind
status. Bitch Pimp,
in an effort to prove he education was not a waste, read a sermon
from the Traveling
Missal. Backside
Banger was so moved
that he asked if BP
would mind reading the sermon over the phone to his wife, BB
is easily moved. Adopt
A Pussy stepped in
and as BB’s
attorney advised him against it. What a buzzkill these lawyers can
be. Our hare was long gone since she was setting a live trail. As the
sermon closed the pack was off in search of the hare who, as Blow
Queen pointed out,
could walk the trail and still beat the pack. Trail took the pack up
Villa Terrace and up, and up. Atlanta being mainly hill free Chinchin
Chiller was looking
for a workout and unfortunately she was going to provide the pack
with one. Backside
Banger, Adopt
A Pussy,
5150
and T
along with Fits In
and the hounds made up the Lost
Patrol, what a
surprise. Phone Sex
stepped up as the LP
leader and scout, loping along ahead to search for trail. What CCC
trail would be complete without stairs and lots of them! Our hare
took care of that at the Pemberton Steps up to Clayton St. and then
past the Neighborhood Garden where Udder
Moron was spotted
picking vegetables and stuffing them into his shorts, wow won’t
those taste great. All went well until Phonie
decided to follow some trial that turned up a trail that didn’t
seem to go anywhere. The LP
stuck to the road and met Phonie
where her trail ended at the Rooftop Elementary School: Burnett
Campus. An abundance of marks tracked through the campus but never
seemed to go anywhere as they all ended at fences. The LP beat a
hasty retreat and continued down Corbett assuming that the trail
would eventually turn towards them, so much for faulty logic. True
trail managed to go over the fence furthest back in the complex and
then hit real trail towards Christmas Tree Point on Twin Peaks. As
they retraced their steps looking for trail Jack
The Ripper appeared
like an apparition, he was descending the trail Phonie
had gone up. JTR
went through the schoolyard apparently found trail. Ripper
wasn’t seen again until he won the DFL award, which was stolen from
him by Deadbeat.
Back at the start the debate was where to set up the table and keg
and T
picked a flat spot on the hillside with both great views and a frigid
wind in honor of our hare. It was also assumed, not correctly, that
no passing law enforcement personnel would notice. Oddly enough the
pack reappeared from all points on the compass rose. Manhole
and Mans Best Hole
had an especially interesting time when MBH
decided to take a dump and MH
realized he had to bags so he used a tissue; sadly it wasn’t up to
the job. Pencil Dick
and Dr. Kimble
were deep into the Sacred
Thermi filled with
hot spiced rum and cider and deep into discussion over which of them
had sorer knees. Still off the sauce himself Cuming
Mutha marveled at
how quickly consumption of alcohol can turn a discussion into a 15
round mayhem match. Not having brought warm clothes, there goes that
half-a-mind thing again “Saint”
Titty Boo Boo’s
lips were turning a lovely royal blue when ONO
slid him into her car to take him back to The Cunt Next Door. Who’s
Your Daddy had been
hoping to introduce Just
Will to the joys of
kumis assuming that as Queen of Kyrgyzstan our hare would have
brought a supply but no, no fermented mare’s milk till June. If CCC
cums back Just Will
has a real “treat” to look forward too. T
brought forth the
Sword Of Power
and convened the Circle. One of the down-downs went to the lawyers,
current or disbarred present, 3. Lois
Lame and Bitches
Bitch were busy
collecting their business cards, you know, just in case since they
live such litigation prone lives. 5150
had a light hung on a tree limb and that attracted the attention of a
passing interested party who called it in prompting a call to T
to see if by any chance it was the Gypsies
meaning that stopping would be unnecessary. Last week was another
triumph for Chinchin
Chiller. Cheers.