Run #1600  All Decked Out!

Blow Queen gave himself an early Bday present by setting the trail for the Gypsies’ 1600^th *un! Our hare called the pack to the parking lot of the Randall Museum located oddly enough on Museum Way. The Gypsies were forced to share the parking lot with some sort of band practice whose members shrank from the group of miscreants pouring Lagunitas Beast of Both Worlds IPA down their gullets. Of course, the sight of Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger with red solo  cups in each hand would be enough to turn any bassoonist into jelly! When E=MC Fucked casually explained the chalktalk marks to an inquisitive couple as being Satanic symbols their speedy departure was not enhanced by the cellos they were toting! Bitch Pimp provided the religious service but holding a knife to Fits In’s throat made it very clear that she did not wish to be recorded for posterity. Manhole seemed shocked that Tongueless actually had to think about it before he lowered the camera. BQ provided a chalktalk and promised a drink check as well. On that note he sent the pack off back up Museum Way. That was the point when Napoleon pulled up and flashed a V for victory sign and wished all well. Wow, talk about a blast from the past, Napoleon is the stuff of legend! As the pack fled in search of marks, Stinky Floss arrived and tossed some food bags into the Outbeer before roaring off to catch the tail end of the true masochists! Our hare took pity on the Lost Patrol and led them off to the promised drinks. BQ used his time wisely by marking trail as he went. Backwash cast her lot with the wankers, whingers and whiners and ended up admitting the whining and whinging was more amusing than the ragged breathing of the true cognoscenti. BQ is a proponent of “UP” and as much as humanly possible. While the likes Just Fuck Off and Pastel Gazelle were washing the sidewalks with the sweat of their brows the LP was still delicately moping the moisture off their faces as well. Trail, well the trail that BQ was on climbed Park Hill and paralleled Buena Vista Park. While the likes of Cuming Mutha, Do Her Well and Just Doesn’t Get It were climbing halfway to Heaven the likes of Twinkle Dick and Dr. Kimble were climbing Adah’s Stairway that only felt as though it was designed for cardiac arrests. At least when trail went through the California Pacific Medical Center Campus, Jack The Ripper had access to an ER. Trail passed through Noe Valley and crossed Market St. before climbing 15^th St. and leading to BQ’s “humble” lair. Our hare truly loves his Musk Mobile aka Tesla and to prove it he built it a home of its own. The roof of the edifice was turned into a deck and our hare provided a champagne check on said deck. Our hare and host poured the bubbly for a gang not used to such luxury. Still you have T, whose major bit of advice to the Gypsy, TIGGER WARNING, bimbos is don’t wear a sheer white running top ‘cause your nips will pop! Not of course that T would have ever embarrassed anyone by pointing it out. This was where 5150 limped in and took a seat and Tears Of Semen also appeared. All good things must end, even a champagne check, but it was hard to move on. Just to add insult to injury our hare set the last bit on the back side of Beaver St. so there was a final push back up to the parking lot. The keg was tapped and the Cloak Of Invisibility draped over to be covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with hot cider and rum. The pack returned in dribs and drabs. On All 4s patiently waited for CM to finish wasting his time looking for trail in all the wrong places. Magnum, Not I went on about the great views he had while lost beyond all hope, oh well, gotta look at the bright side. Chickenboner found the Sacred Thermi to be the good side, so she spent a lot of time with them. Who’s Your Daddy had a vague remembrance of where he’d *un but after the keg it would be even vaguer. Wash This Asshole glided into the parking lot on his bike and proceeded to get at least double his money’s worth of piss before the keg farted in his face! Hand Pump batted cleanup and after T made even more of fool out of himself wielding the Sword Of Power than usual, hard to believe that’s possible. The evening drained like the keg. On to1601! Cheers.