Run #1661 It Doesn’t Take a Fucking Einstein to Set a Trail!
The Gypsies’ not quite Nobel Prize in Physics or anything else winner, E=MC Fucked called the pack to MLK, Jr. Dr. and 25th Ave. in Golden Gate Park so they could marvel at his trail setting skills or enjoy his humiliation, whatever! The pack heeded his call and the siren scent of Lagunitas Hazy IPA drifted down all the way to Florida and snatched up Just Jeff from the Treasure CoastH3 and Burns When I Cum from the HurricaneH3. Adopt A Pussy chugged a pint and laughingly pointed out that 5 Angry Inches better not get to close to BWIC, what a wit he is! Speaking of BWIC he understood the need for a religious experience as soon as Wash This Asshole stepped in a hole and let out with an, um, exuberant “Jeezus FUCKING Keyrist!” BWIC stepped to the podium and with the Male Missal clutched in his hand read a sermon on brotherly love that had Bitch Pimp wondering if, as yet still Just Alex, would like to experience just how powerful is sisterhood! On that note the pack was ready to see just how devious our hare could be. Trail crossed MLK, Jr. Dr. and proceeded into the woods and along Elk Glen Lake. Trail crossed Transverse Dr. and was straight back into the woods cuming out where Transverse Dr. met MLK, Jr. Dr. Trail immediately turned uphill past the restroom no one needed, how unusual. Hand Pump made a reference to the Gypsies being the “Prostate Hash” but even Dr. Kimble failed to laugh. Trail peeled left on to Blue Heron Lake Dr. and took the pack around the lake. Our hare couldn’t leave the pack out of the woods for long and it was back into the brush then across Blue Heron Bridge and downhill through the woods to MLK, Jr. Dr. and back to the start. When the pack arrived back, they found a very thirsty Cheese Turd clinging to the back of the Outbeer and mumbling, “Open, open!” Cruel as he is even Tongueless couldn’t be unmoved and he beeped the hatch open. Pastel Gazelle chose that moment to arrive, sweat flying off every inch of his body. Looking on, CT mumbled that the way PG sweats no one cuming close to him ever needs to shower. Out came the keg and onto it was placed the Cloak Of Invisibility which in turn was covered with boxes of Vitamin J and the Sacred Bucket that Fits In filled with Yellow Peril. The Florida contingent ignored Magnum, Not I’s warning about the Bucket. Oh well, Uber or Lyft or whoever can worry about the cleanup fee. The Bucket put T in the mood to stagger over to the Outbeer and make it back alive with the Sword Of Power to convene the Circle and disperse down-downs without maiming anyone. When their ride arrived the Floridians *ran screaming to escape the blade, they’d consumed enough keg and Bucket to make a straight line escape impossible, and of course this was after they were required to entertain the pack which with luck neither will remember! Looking up from the ground our hare was quite pleased with what he had wrought, so was the pack! Cheers.
On In!