Run #1370 Shed a Tiramisu for Fits In!
Last
Thursday the Gypsies’ pack was treated to trail and tiramisu
cupcakes from Chickeboner that baker extraordinaire. CB
proves that flour is not just for laying trail. CB took Who’s
Your Daddy under her wing but he’s still not baking so she just
let him lay flour for trail. Our hare gathered the pack in the
parking lot for the Presidio Golf Course on Arguello and Findley Rd.
The legend of CB’s baking and haring combo reached all the
way to Seattle and Tongue Punch My Fart Box found herself
inexorably drawn to the promise of baked goods and trail. TPMFB
dragged Just J down from Sacto to help her pick up any crumbs.
Cream Throat Willie was hoping to be one of the crumbs she
picked up. Udder Moron was quick to point out that only a real
moron would pass up a chance to dine ala CB and even he wasn’t
that much of an utter moron. The pack surrounded the Outbeer
and started sucking Lagunitas IPA from the tit of the
keg commonly called the tap. Golfers came and went the jealousy
blazing from their eyes and clearly wondering who that celebrity in
shades was, why it was Cuming Mutha. Bitches Bitch
arrived and was overwhelmed by intestinal displeasure so he passed up
on the pints and took his gastro whatever into the night. Cream
Chugger arrived with Just Lily everyone’s favorite
coyote bait and Tongue Depressor and Qaeda Cunt had to
zip on over to find out the latest news. Cream Chugger hied it
over to the keg and got the keg’s version of the latest news. Our
hare and her minion sped off, more or less, out of the parking lot to
distribute their flour while the pack turned its attention to the
sermon from the Sacred Missal 2.0 preached by TPMFB. By
the time she had finished reading espousing family love One Night
Only pointed to Tongueless’ Penis and averred that he
now would be as tall lying down as standing up. Pied Piper
looked over and declared TP’s reaction a testament to the
power of religion. Unasked, Tongueless still managed to
provide a meaningless chalktalk directed primarily at the visitors.
Fits In rolled her eyes and responded that few are as good at
meaninglessness as T…and Closet Twitcher nodded that
she should know! While the pack was busy agreeing on T’s utter
uselessness those who actually cared about doing trail took off
looking for marks. Trail instantly left the concrete and turn onto
the dirt. The Lost Patrol had the added “skills” of
Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy who took TPMFB
and Just J under their wing. Just J and Fits In
managed bond over dogs but that didn’t mean she was going to look
out for their safety in coyote country. The Cunt Next Door was
*unning hard for the first time since dropping the pup but slowed
down when Lois Lame warned her not to fall and break those
milk bottles. Pencil Dick found himself *unning or walking at
the speed of hound as he introduced Just Arlo to the joys of
hashing on trail. Just Arlo had been under the impression that
PD was taking him to a restaurant but at least he got treats
and a world full of sniffs. Speaking of trail our hare spent as
little time as possible anywhere but on trail and if no trail
existed, well, she had WYD stomp one out. There wasn’t much
of the Presidio that our hare didn’t drag the pack through, under,
or over. At one point the LP divided and found that King Rongjon
and PD with Just Arlo were there as well as Phone
Sex who managed to find a way to include things the hare never
dreamt of. PS is a great believer in going where the hare
might have gone regardless of there being no marks. Pied Piper
was more interested in getting back for the alcohol than gaining his
“steps”. The King finally managed to figure out his right
from his left and with PP they made their way back staying at
the bottom of the Cemetery rather than going up and around it. Hand
Pump even managed to keep all his blood in his body. Once the
pack was back the keg was tapped and the table set high with Vitamin
J. The Sacred Bucket was filled with River Madness and Fits
In managed to produce a gallon of Minted Mai-Tais as well so the
pack was well oiled. Our hare also produced her world famous, and
justly so, tiramisu cupcakes with enough frosting to set off a
diabetic alert dog. Speaking of the pack being back my how it had
grown with the addition of 5150, Scarlette O’Hairy,
Dr. Kimble and Manhole. Manhole was sans Mans
Best Hole who was awaiting surgery; btw she came through with flying
colors. The pack was further increased with the appearance of Cum
Guzzling Cockaholic who avoided guzzling any cum but found plenty
of other stuff to guzzle. King Rongjon wielded the Sword Of
Power and convened the Circle where he read a Bday poem to Fits
In who’d seen fit to share her natal day with the Gypsies.
Our made an acolyte for life by giving FI a personal supply of
those cupcakes. Scarlette provided a card signed by the
present pack and 5150 provided the champers. Tongue Punch
My Fart Box provided a gift to the pack by flashing a brace of
beauts as her entertainment. Just J settled for a joke, a verbal one.
The keg was killed and the Sacred Bucket and addenda
all died. The King finished with renditions of Gypsies in the
Palace and Clint Meets the Gay Caballero! By the time the pack
broke up they were indeed a stirring sight.