Run #1352 Old Isn’t Always Gold!
Who’s
Your Daddy joined the ranks of senior citizens by turning the BIG
6 0 last week so he laid the trail for the Gypsies to show
that he’s still got it. What “it” is he didn’t really make
clear. What “it” wasn’t is clarity in giving directions. Fits
In circled the Outbeer looking for the start and Udder
Moron did the same on his motorcy and finally the forming throng
was found in Golden Gate Park near 5th Ave and MLK, Jr.
Dr. where 5th doesn’t cut through. The pack that was
there behaved like the Outbeer was bringing food to the Donner
party as they slavered over the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’
Sumpin’. Cuming Mutha was back on the sauce and he
actually wept at his first mouthful. Missed Delivery looked on
and said that it was “Hard warming”! HerAssic Park brought
Just Gwinnie and Tongue Depressor and Qaeda Cunt
were over the moon that HAP had brought them a new chew toy.
They were of course disappointed. 5150 is either a man who
carries courage to it’s utmost limit or he’s just as dumb sober
as drunk since he introduced Just Stacey as his “Chew toy”.
The look he got had “sleeping in the yard” written all over it.
Not that it was cold but Courtesy Flesh from Santa Cruz looked
like the Michelin Man on steroids. In an effort to generate some heat
CF preached a sermon from the Male Missal that Eat
My Pussy couldn’t get enough of but Backside Banger
blamed it for “melting his hard”, well, in the Gypsies it
takes all kinds. Our hare missed all this since he set the trail
live. The pack set off in more of less hot pursuit. All and sundry
were immediately pitched into the woods to search for flout. Bitch
Pimp and Just Pat cast their lot with Tongueless,
Fits In and the hounds to form the Lost Patrol, which,
suspiciously, wasn’t very lost. Trail proceeded to take the pack
through the Monarch Bear Grove and across Nancy Pelosi Dr. King
Rongjon can’t cross that road without getting gout; it’s the
curse of politics. Back in the woods trail passed the Planetarium and
wound its way through the Music Concourse where it circle jerked
every which way around the pillars for the Academy of Sciences. Lois
Lame cast jealous eyes at the throng of wine and cheese wankers
enjoying Thursday at the Museum but then she remembered the keg and
the Sacred Thermi and cast a huge gout of saliva at the
wretches. The back and forth had Bitch Pimp wondered if WYD
had lost even his half-mind or if he was just your average dickwad.
Just Pat admonished her for the “dickwad” reference and
said a lady should just say “dick”. Erudite as WYD is he
had to take the pack through the Shakespeare Garden where trail
crossed MLK and disappeared. Chickenboner apparition like
stepped out of the night and suggested that only misery and death
awaited those who pursued the trail and as the LP turned their
backs on her disappeared like a wraith in the mist. Eventually trail
reappeared and it was back into the woods they went. Trail past Stowe
Lake and crossed JFK Dr. to meander through the woods on that side.
Our hare took the pack around the Lily Pond where Bitches Bitch
swears he saw a demented Dr. Kimble hopping from lily pad to
lily pad with the grace of a gazelle. Trail re-crossed Nancy Pelosi
Dr. where Closet Twitcher was trying to drag King Rongjon
of the Kryptonite like roadway and revive him. Blow Queen
looked on and rather than help was giving odds of 3-1 that CT
wouldn’t be able to move the King. Trail took the pack
through the National Aids Memorial Grove and past the Bowling Green
eventually bringing them back to the start. The keg was tapped and a
bench served as a table for the Sacred Thermi of mulled wine
and the Vitamin J. 5 Angry Inches was so cold that he finished
up as 3 ¾ angry inches but it’s a good thing he didn’t take
Adopt A Pussy’s advice and pour the hot wine in an attempt
to grow those angry inches back. Courtesy Flesh thought it
would be swell to just bathe in the hot wine but Deadbeat
wanted to get his monies worth so he nixed the idea. Cream Chugger
arrived warm except for the time it took her to move from her car to
the Thermi. Hand Pump played the DFL card but managed
to leave the impression that it should have gone to Dr. K.
Manhole snatched the card from both of them and Mans Best
Hole thinking it a treat at it; or she would have if it had been
a real card. MBH had to settle for treats from her favorite
sucker T and MH had to settle for the keg, not that he
minded. Chickenboner baked amaretto cupcakes that warmed T’s
cold cold heart. The King reappeared and with the Sword Of
Power in hand convened the Circle where the pack was dragged
kicking and screaming into the depths of Rongjon World. The
cold was survived. Cheers.