Run #1608 Old Enough to Know Better!

Who’s Your Daddy was back up to his old tricks, the past is all he can remember, by setting a Gypsies trial from the Senior Center in Golden Gate Park. Hell, half the Gypsies should be reserving rooms! The weather wasn’t freezing but the wind had teeth and chewed away. The Outbeer slid into place and the melee began between Pied Piper, Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger over tapping the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats Tropical IPA. Who would have believed that Backside Banger, to quote Johnny Cash, could “kick like a mule and bite like a crocodile!” The coup de grace was administered demurely by Bitch Pimp who grabbed the limp tap and handed it to Tongueless while the lads rolled around on the tarmack. Once the keg was tapped the brawlers’ attention turned to draining as much of the keg as possible as fast as possible. Cuming Mutha looked at the battlefield and allowed that he was happy that On All 4s hadn’t been there to see such goings on. WYD was waxing so enthusiastic about the glory of his trail that the pack eschewed religion in favor of getting away from all that enthusiasm. Our hare kept the pack in shiggy as it rounded the Chain of Lakes. Raccoons were also enjoying the trail, or at least the flour. WYD took the pack through the edge of the Archery Range and the pack remained casualty free. At the bottom of the arc the pack went past one of WYD’s most favorite restrooms. Twinkle Dick broke off to step inside and pay homage to our hare and his taste in public toilets. Trail crossed JFK Dr. and headed back into the shiggy; our hare is NOT a fan of concrete! Trail passed between the Angling and Casting Pond, scene of more than one wet episode, and the Polo Field. As the pack moved through the Park Stables an odd thing, okay, not many things would be considered odd in the Gypsies, happened, Wash This Asshole started singing Giddy Up Go at the top of his voice. Apparently, he thought the Park Stables was the perfect spot to showcase his vocal range and love of horses! Manhole whispered in WTA’s ear that the song he was singing wasn’t about horses but about a truck, oops. Trail passed Spreckels Lake and turned to home. Once back at the start the keg was tapped without incident and while there was no puff of smoke, 5150 magically appeared! The Cloak Of Invisibility was worn by the keg and it was covered with all the Vitamin J. Fits In had prepared Minted Mai Tais once again and they filled the Sacred Bucket! Hand Pump and Chickenboner simultaneously arrived from trail and added to the festivities. Eventually growlers were produced, and the keg became even emptier. 5150 managed to get a mini growler of the Sacred Bucket. Eventually the pack dispersed with all and sundry remaining upright. Cheers.