Run #1351 Let Them Eat Cake!
Last
Thursday was Tongueless’ Bday and how better to celebrate
being another year older and closer to the Grim Reaper than by having
the trail be at Chez T and Fits In so they could avoid
the long trek into the city and suck the pack into making the long
trek up to Novato. The promise was Fits In’s cooking and
baking and they were “FREE” the hasher’s favorite word along
with Dr. Kimble’s trail. To refresh the pack and prepare
them for the trials and tribulations to cum they were greeted with a
keg of Lagunitas Cappuccino Stout and it didn’t take
likes of Blow Queen long to pump some of it down his gullet
like a knight donning his armor. Speaking of BQ he brought
Tears Of Semen and Dick Ass Mother Fucker up in the
Tesla. TOS pointed out that Novato was not so far away that BQ
needed to beg an extension cord to recharge. It was mind boggling to
see the pack actually taking off their shoes particularly since T
and FI never bother. The Cunt Next Door thought Qaeda
Cunt was so quiet she must be on drugs. No drugs just her home
turf and lots of people she likes did the trick. Bitches Bitch
spent precious drinking time repeatedly and nervously asking Dr. K
if there was any Poison Oak on trail and Dr. K, with a grin
plastered on his face, just kept saying it was too dark to tell. At
least BB had a sofa to land on when his knees gave out. BB’s
knees weren’t the only ones giving out when T took up the
Sacred Missal 2.0 and preached a sermon on the love of family.
Just Pat had to sit down while Bitch Pimp fanned her
brow. Bone Marrow smiled and allowed that the sermon reminded
her of how much she missed the Gypsies. Ben Gay
listened to her wax eloquent and wondered how much he would have to
increase her meds to counter the effects of the sermon. On that note
Dr. K presented the pack with a chalktalk and a blessing then
sent them into the night. With the pack used to trail in SF there was
an almost immediate dancing of headless chickens and Phone Sex
wondering aloud if death was immanent. T led the Lost
Patrol although the pack was pretty much a lost patrol of its
own. 5150, She Came Again, Phone Sex and Just
Pat were among the other members of the LP. Trail took the
pack back to S. Novato Blvd. and thence behind the place of origin
and through the condos and townhouses on the other side of the small
creek. Back at the start Fits In swears she could hear the
screams of homeowners who were suddenly confronted by the likes of
Dick Ass Mother Fucker begging for directions, at least no
shots were fired. Trail brought the pack back on to Redwood Blvd.
where trail turned uphill and then onto the hillside. T,
knowing the area, took the LP over the hill but on the bicycle
path so while the pack was wandering in the woods the more sensible
were on firmer ground. At Park Crest Ct. trail was found coming off
the hillside so the LP moved up and traced trail backwards.
The higher they climbed through the brush and weeds the more they
thought about food, drink and warmth until having jumped a cement
drainage ditch they turned back. T turned back on Redwood and
Bitch Pimp rang to say the pack that was being led by TCND had
decided that slip sliding away was not what they really wanted to do
so that bigger group had descended and she was going to catch up with
the LP but it wasn’t long before the rest of the LP
had rejoined the pack and all had headed in. Made of sterner and
stupider stuff T continued on with Just Pat and BP
who did overtake them. Past Scottsdale Pond and around Rowland they
trekked. Eventually they were on S. Novato Blvd. and headed in. As
they approached the start Fits In rang T to say the
pack HUNGRY and HerAssic Park was threatening to punch anyone
who cam even close to the Cheetos. When Bitch Pimp heard that
she was off like a shot terrified that the orange food would be gone.
Just Pat made a pointed reference to mothers being more
important than Cheetos but BP was in no mood to dally. Once
the DFLers were back the real carousing began, nothing encourages
“Saint” Titty Boo Boo like being drunk AND warm. Fits
In wisely provided real food in the form of veg and meaty chilies
before the down-downs. A Sacred Bucket filled with Dark and
Stormys kept the pack in the mood. Once the vultures had been fed T
took up the Sword Of Power and convened the Circle out in the
yard. Lois Lame suggested that the pack keep the decibels down
for the sake of the neighbors and Cockulus Occulus fell over
laughing. Speaking of Lois she had a name suggestion for Just
Will but that is best left to her to announce. It wasn’t long
before the Circle descended into the T’s Bday Ritual of
naked pushups. She Came Again may still be suffering from
hysterical blindness. HerAssic Park joined in after removing
BOTH her bras. All was going well until she lashed out with a food
and pushed the ancient one over and the pack realized he hadn’t
actually been using his arms at all. Cake was served. Cheers