Run #1610 Play Your Didgeridoo Red, White, and Blue in the Face!

In a sanity questioning act of generosity Cuming Mutha and On All 4s not only laid the trail for the Gypsies’ 4^th of July trail but granted the pack entrance into their home and fed them a repast that was wholly undeserved, welcome but undeserved! In the interest of not getting them “swatted” the actually address will not be revealed, Magellan is close enough so some of the nondrivers could take the Muni to Forest Hills and walk. Speaking of walking that was how Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow got there, not that it was much of a haul. The Outbeer arrived but it wasn’t carrying a keg since our hares had requested some good real ale like London Pride and Old Speckled Hen. Hand Pump was tasked with delivering the goods and as usual performed flawlessly. The pack had its usual effect on both parking spaces and frightening civilians. It’s not hard to understand the sight of Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy swilling piss while they swaggered on the sidewalk sending families skittering into their own yards and barring the gate! The pack arrived in its usual dribs and drabs and stacked up down the slope in front of Chez CM and OAFs. As if the Gypsies’ regulars weren’t bad enough the EBH3 sent Pro Boner, it’s unclear if he’s a shyster or sex worker. Possibly the Whine and Chowder Society’s Sex Ray Cynthia can work it out! When a sweat streaked Magnum, Not I staggered down the steps the poor devil was whining that he arrived and saw no pack on the sidewalk so he *an the trail until he realized he might have fucked up, go figure! With the front area bulging with humanity our hares decided to pop the pressure gauge and sent the pack off. There was no need for religious service after the “Miracle” of 5150 arriving before the pack was actually off and he brought HerAssic Park to prove she still lived. Off shot the pack and the Lost Patrol led by Tongueless, a mistake waiting to happen! Speaking of mistakes waiting to happen Pied Piper was with the LP just in case an even bigger mistake was called for. Trail led down past Forest Hill Station and across Laguna Honda Blvd. The entire pack survived the Laguna Honda Blvd. kill zone. Trail led through the Laguna Honda Hospital grounds and left pavement behind at the Betty Sutro Meadow. Trail stayed off the beaten track and in the woods. Not that the trail was dark and frightening but at one point Just Doesn’t Get It came thundering off a side trail and Wash This Asshole fell gasping with the vapors. Not wanting anyone to get their aerobic debt cancelled our hares made sure that the trail climbed and climbed through the woods. For those who felt a need the trail could be extended, how funny is that. The LP chose to exit at the Laguna Honda Trail Head and head down Clarendon to Magellan where they climbed the Grand Pacheco Stairway, the sting in the scorpion’s tail! Once back at the start our hares threw open their doors and the animals entered to forage for food and drink. The repast provided was nothing short of AMAZING. Outside the grill was covered in sausages and burgers. Udder Moron gazed at the board covered with salads et al well beyond his wildest dreams and mumbled “We are not worthy!” Princess Slut or as the Gypsies know her, Me, Me, Me looked at the fare announcing that she might find something worthy of her presence. Fits In had prepared a Sacred Bucket of River Madness but there was so much alcohol provided by the founders of the feast that it never left the Outbeer and wasn’t missed! Motor Mount chose that moment to appear. At this point CM brought out his collection of didgeridoos, yes, you did read collection with the avowed intent of seeing who could actually play one. Our hare provided a lesson in the proper lip work to make a sound appear! Who would have guessed that kangaroo calling had been a hobby of E=MCFucked? JDGI was so taken with the instrument that Do Her Well had to pry it from his fingers, the crowbar OAFs provided really helped. Our hares really did out do themselves and provided a truly gala Fourth of July for the Gypsies. Cheers.