Run #1593 Beasts of the Serengetti!

Pastel Gazelle brought the Gypsies together at Broadway and Lyon St., top of the Lyon St. steps so beloved by the fitness fanatics. There’s a special pleasure in watching the look on their faces as they watch Gypsies pound piss rather than concrete. Their envy just warms the heart so! The Outbeer slipped into a parking spot and as the pack gathered as the keg of Lagunitas Hazy Wonder was tapped. The rumor that Backside Banger has had his right hand replaced with a red Solo Cup is completely false, it only appears to be true since he’s never seen without one at the end of his arm. The pack was starting to get restless when Pastel Gazelle and Just Fuck Off came trundling up the steps sweating like they’d done more than lay a trail. Our hare was immediately surrounded by jabbering pre-drunks who were desperate to know what the trail was like. They should have had no trouble guessing when JFO disavowed all knowledge and claimed to have been forced to go along at gunpoint! PG did allow that there were a few walls to be scaled and he hoped that everyone could swim. All this did was get Cuming Mutha panting at the promise of the pain to cum. On All 4s rolled her eyes and decided that she and Backwash would not be needing any grappling hooks or snorkels to finish the trail! Who’s Your Daddy almost fainted when 5150 showed up not only before the pack started but in time to pound a pint or two. 5150 assured WYD that his arrival was NOT a sign of the Apocalypse! Since the pack consisted of the usual suspects there was no one for Tongueless to humiliate or Wash This Asshole to fawn over so religion was eschewed, and our hare sent the pack off to its fate. Trail took the pack through the Lyon St. Gate and into the Presidio. Trail crossed Presidio Blvd and took all and sundry along W. Pacific Ave. It’s hard to think of the Lost Patrol since so many were lost in an assortment of spots. Twinkle Dick, Manhole and 5150, who was doing his best Tiny Tim impression as he crutched along were with T and Fits In. Backside Banger, Adopt A Pussy and Daffy Fuck went their own way and we’ve already discussed On All 4s and Backwash. The Marvel comics heroes CM, WYD and 5 Angry Inches were off being suitably heroic. The first promised wall crossing came at Walnut. T slung his gut over the wall and was about to snake off when FI pointed out that he would land headfirst on the concrete. Dr. Kimble wondered aloud what difference that would make with T. Our hare had actually laid trail on streets but not to worry. The Presidio wall found the LP back in and tooling around the playground and Pickleball Fields. Flour was found on trees and assorted greenery. 5150 turned his nose into the air and relying on having lived in the Presidio led the LP out of the wilderness and to safety! The pack regrouped at the top of the Lyon St. steps and the wandering band of BB, AAP, DF, and WTA came trundling up the steps. 5 Angry Inches came flying in barely having raised as sweat. Chickenboner refreshed her lip gloss and was radiant as befits a Queen. The keg was tapped and covered with the Cloak Of Invisibility. The Sacred Bucket was filled with Skippy Goes Naked, and the Vitamin J was soon filling gobs. Cheese Turd arrived, having strolled over from his abode. With CT’s presence both the keg and Bucket were quickly diminished. JFO pointed out that DF in hot pink tights was more pastel than a certain Gazelle. Apparently DF was responsible for fitness carnage as one of the fanatics turned to watch that hot pink ascend the steps and collided with another stairstepper!  Hand Pump pointed out that the York Peppermint Patties were EACH individually wrapped and that wasn’t very environmentally friendly! Dr. K handed HP the 20 wrappers he was fisting while he opened his next one. T convened the Circle and taking up the Sword Of Power distributed down-downs as well as embarrassing himself even more than usual. CM pointed out that WYD had a birthday to be celebrated. So let it be written so let it be and the patriarch was celebrated. Growlers were produced and yet the keg lived on. The Skippys did not, especially after 5150 growled. Cheers.