Run #1376 The King’s Putter!
King
Rongjon laid last week’s trail for the Gypsies and it
keeping with his long time identification with the greats of the golf
world he brought the pack together at the parking lot for the Lincoln
Park Golf Course on 34th Ave. and Clement. Long before the
King got back from laying trail One Night Only was there to
point out that someone had deliberately parked in the middle of the
lot SHE chose to park in, and for no apparent reason. Just as she was
about to complain to the driver Dick Ass Mother Fucker knocked
the .38 from her hand. DAMF can be such a buzz kill. While
golfers packed their bags and cast longing glances at the red cups,
we all know what red cups mean, filled with Lagunitas Little Sumpin’
Sumpin’ the lot filled with non-golfers who’d cum to *un and
party or at least walk and party. The Cunt Next Door and
“Saint” Titty Boo Boo arrived with Cunty Boo Boo in her
pram wearing an oh so stylish hair ribbon and a big grin. TCND
was there to *un and “S”TBB was their to hold the pram. No
one is EVER going to say 5150 isn’t odd but his remark that
somehow he has gained all the baby weight TCND has lost even
had Closet Twitcher scratching his head. Speaking of 5150
he preached the sermon from the still unnamed Missal that he
gave to the Gypsies. Several of the golfers listened to the
service and asked if could convert. Lois Lame drew herself up
to her full height and asked if they were prepared to kiss the keg
and assume a life of indulgence. LL knows how to welcome
converts. The King followed the reading with a chalktalk and
when Jack The Ripper asked about the King’s trail and
the W&CS trail overlapping King RJ just laughed and said
that there was no problem because he had made ‘manly marks” while
the earlier trail was made of girly man marks” and besides his
wallboard was so old that the marks were grey and the W&CS marks
were white as the driven snow, end of story. With the story being
over the pack was off. Trail took the pack down Clement before
crossing back into the woods. At least it took everyone but Bitches
Bitch who decided to follow trail that only he could see even if
the vision was in his mind! Cuming Mutha shook his head and
waved the visionary a fond farewell. The pack members not relying on
an inner vision stuck with marks and took a minor tour through the VA
Medical Center. At this point Adopt A Pussy had turned back
to find Backside Banger who was late cuming. AAP takes that
retainer he was paid seriously. Trail took the pack onto the Coastal
Trail providing them great views of the Golden Gate Bridge and the
ocean. There were of course a multitude of civilians on the same
trail but the site of the likes of Phone Sex with her look of
grim determination sent them scurrying to avoid being *un over. As
usual the pack was divided and even the Lost Patrol was
divided as Tongueless forged ahead with Tongue Depressor
snarling at his side. Dr. Kimble was ahead of T until
suddenly he wasn’t Dr. Kimble decided that two legs are
better than one and so turned up from the trail early to save that
second leg. The main LP was moving along and under the
auspices of On All 4’s decided to get on the eagle trail.
Fits In with Qaeda Cunt howling like a banshee to catch
T and Tongue Depressor, and 5150 were also sore
eagles. OA4s was hanging back with Just Pat arranging
to do some catsitting over Labor Day. Trail finally came out at
Eagle Point and turned back up El Camino Del Mar to the Palace of the
Legion of Honor and back down Legion of Honor Drive to the start. A
thirsty and hungry lot cheered not the arrival t of T but of
the key to the Outbeer. Peteophile and Scarlette
O’Hairy were there to greet the pack and wonder why it was
taking so long to get the keg tapped and Sacred Bucket filled;
they have their priorities in order. Bitch Pimp was concerned
about Just Pat but decided that a few more drinks would calm
her concern faster that looking for her. At that point FI and
5150 arrived and necessaries were sorted quickly. Just Pat
and OA4s were not far behind and the serious portion of the
evening got under way. Darkness fell on the pack and one lone patrol
car passed, stopped, waved and moved on. King RJ took up the
Sword Of Power and convened the Circle where he took up the
next several hours trying to recite an impromptu poem in honor of
Peteophile‘s Bday. The Bucket was filled with Yellow
Peril made with vodka and Hypnotique, a deadly duo. The combination
of the vodka and the King’s mournful voice attracted a
hanger on in the form of an older Russian woman who found the King
the answer to her prayers as the reincarnation of the Czar, pick one.
Suffice it to say that the evening was long and filled with the right
amount of rocket fuel. Cheers.