Run #1690 Stop Calling Me, I’m Cuming Mutha!
Cuming Mutha called the Gypsies together at MLK, Jr. and 9th Ave. in Golden Gate Park. The pack responded and Gypsies could be seen jockeying for position on the crowded crossroads. Of course, the Outbeer was provided with a home base by the thirsty masses; they wanted that keg of Lagunitas Hazy IPA to feel welcome! No sooner was the hatch popped then Backside Banger was stroking the keg and begging to do the honors of tapping it, such imploring is irresistible! Do give BB his props, as one of nature’s true gentlemen he passed that first red Solo Cup to Daffy Fuck who pronounced it perfect. Thursday is “Wine and Cheese Night” at some of the museums and the well attired civilians passed the likes of Twinkle Dick and Udder Moron rather gingerly! On the other hand, Wash This Asshole monetized the partiers by shaking his cup and claiming to be a victim of AI while mumbling that “any amount would help!” E=MC Fucked looked on in awe as tech bros. and their ladies commiserated with WTA. By the time the pack took off WTA had almost a dollar in change submerged by his beer. It was looking like a good time to start, and our hare did a chalk talk that had Lois Lame heading back to the keg for another pint of liquid courage. On All 4s allowed that she would be assisting the infirm and Tongueless immediately perked up. Backwash, having recently fallen from a horse was not planning on any extended sprinting so she was also in the OA4’s camp! The pack was anxious to get back to its alcohol consumption, so religion was eschewed in favor of more drinking time. Blow Queen came off the starting blocks like he’d been shot out of a cannon. Manhole also looked like he’d been shot out a cannon, but one with a dearth of gunpowder. Trail crossed MLK and took the pack on a tour of the glories of GG Park. The Japanese Tea Garder, Blue Heron Lake and several of gardens all felt the tread of Gypsies’ feet. Our hare made sure to hit all the high spots. As the trail wound back along JFK the Sea Serpent glowing in the dark was passed and fawned over. Eventually the pack was back at the start and the keg with its Cloak Of Invisibility was once more taking over the sidewalk. Vitamin J shared table with Sacred Thermi Fits In had filled against the chill, one with hot cider and rum and one with mulled wine, it was a name your poison night! Who’s Your Daddy found himself torn by the 3 hangover producing choices and chose to give each one a chance to hang him out to dry! Dr. Kimble took the eenie, meenie, minie, moe approach to gearing up for the road home. Hand Pump remained a traditionalist and pounded piss and the Oreos on the table. Magnum, Not I was disconsolate over not having been able to get himself lost but the pack and the piss helped him get over it. Our hare provided a fine night with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!