Run #1381 Beer and Batteries
Now
that he’s retired Manhole and can his attention to more
important things like laying trail for the Gypsies and
drinking Lagunitas Czech Pils both of which he got to
do last Thursday if only for awhile. The pack was gathered in the
parking lot behind the Senior Citizens Center in Golden Gate Park a
fitting choice for so many senior drinkers, er, citizens. It’s
always great to have visitors or newbies who don’t understand the
Gypsies’ concept, or lack of concept, of time and so arrive on what
most humans would consider on or ahead of time. When the Outbeer
arrived, Just Ted and Just Shelby were already there
doing something and Mother Hentai a migrant from
MiamiH3 wasn’t far behind. The hare arrived with his assistant and
treat eater Mans Best Hole who scrounged treats from
Tongueless while Manhole explained that he was taking
off to set a bit of trail and then wait for AAA to cum and jump his
dead battery, at least he had time for a pint. The pack was showing a
decided interest in putting down the keg so it was clear that getting
started was in order and Just Shelby proved to be last week’s
deer in the headlights winner and religious leader. Just Ted
may have given her an idea of what she’d be reading but the
grin on his face made it clear that he hadn’t prepped JS
properly! With the Missal Without A Name in hand JS
brought the pack closer to Nirvana. From Nirvana it was off on trail
for all concerned. Mother Hentai being clear on the hashian
concept of never getting to far from the beer cast her lot with the
Lost Patrol and stayed close to Tongueless and the key
to the Outbeer. Closet Twitcher, 5150, complete
with his ski poles assured her that she was doing the right thing.
CSI, Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy were
heard mumbling about the blind leading the blind. Banana In Public
demurred from commenting insisting that he would be off and *unning
is he hadn’t pulled or twisted something or other. Trail took the
pack into the woods and around the dog park where Tongue Depressor
and Qaeda Cunt were chased by a pair of German Shepherds on
the other side of the fence. Being a true hash hound TD turned
her back on the ferociously barking duo, squatted down and took a
dump, she then headed back on trail. Fits In shone with pride!
Trail stayed in the park through the golf course and finally feet
contacted concrete around LaPlaya and Fulton then came back to the
park to pass the Dutch Windmill and cross to the Great Highway. Bitch
Pimp was happy to head back into the park at Lincoln Way and the
since by now it was dark enough for her to make use of the facilities
the trees offered. Tongueless’ Penis found himself on trail
in the new, but not improved Sperm Alley, and barely escaped with his
life let alone his dignity! By now Phone Sex was with the LP
and as they dodged through the woods was as lost as the rest of the
LP. Cuming Mutha, who cannot get enough exercise to
suit him, was spotted around the Polo Field doing the Par Course just
to get his heart rate up! CM may be spotted on any available
Par Course but Lois Lame can be spotted at any available
restroom and happily trail took the pack past both the south and
north ones. At least Bitches Bitch only had to look two places
if LL was late getting back from trail. At long last the pack
was back at the start, minus of course Hand Pump. The keg was
whipped out and the picnic table arrayed with the usual Vitamin J.
The Sacred Bucket was filled with River Madness and the
Gypsies’ usual madness commenced. As he drained that 8th
cup of the Bucket, Che Gayvara’s eyes grew misty and
he waxed poetic to Just Shelby about his long years in the
Sierra Maestra. King Rongjon announced his desire to convene
the Circle and taking up the Sword Of Power arranged the pack
around him, by now including Hand Pump. Just Ted made
up for not warning JS about the reading by at least moving her
out of range of the King and his weapon. The hare never made
it back so T drank in his stead. When it came time for Mother
Hentai to entertain the pack she knew exactly what to do and
bared a brace of breasts that left the pack weeping with joy! When
her turn came Just Shelby sang a ditty that also had the pack
weeping but for a different reason. The evening proved yet again that
the combination of alcohol and pleasant weather destroys all sense of
time where the Gypsies are concerned. Cheers