Run #902 Sometimes Even No Shit Can Be Too Much
ÒOh,
ow, ouch, my shin splints this will have to be a short trailÓ, thus spake that
lying sack of shit No Shit. Last
weekÕs hare even brought in a cohort Six
Tits A Week from the Whine & Chowder Society to wank with the pack.
Hey, how long can two out of shape cripples actually make a trail? Tongueless should have known better
having used that very line himself to lure the unsuspecting to their misery but
even he was gulled by the Swedish moaning. The slimy Swede gathered the pack at
Holly Park Circle at the ass end of Bernal Heights. The keg of Lagunitas
Pale Ale was tapped and the pack slugged down piss while they waited
for the fog and wind to build up to SF standards. Monkey See Monkey Do Me kept warm by letting Just Moose lie on top of her.
C.S.I. wondered aloud just how common a position that was for the two of
them but Just Moose only drooled and kept silent while MSMDM just smiled that Moana Lisa smile. Religion was handled by Just Daniele who was gifted to the Gypsies by Just Garrett and a fine gift
she was. Taking up the Sacred Missal
Just Daniele gave a reading that
brought the glow back to Twinkle Dick
and had Hand Pump itching for the
chance. Religion having put the pack into its usual state of Disgrace it was
time to be on-on. Trail went up the hill and into the park where Drill Me spent the evening while Bite Size and The Pussy Eater thinned
the parkÕs population of small dogs and children. No Shit and Six TitÕs
marks were easy to follow making it hard for the normally FRB R U Gay to explain his seemingly
unerring ability to end up behind the tail end Charlies. The usual suspects
made up the back of the pack with the addition of Joe Pubic Hair who was still nursing a hangover from last
ThursdayÕs trail. DÕanglin Anglin
with his amazing capacity for self-delusion managed to convince himself that
every false trail was true lengthening his evening. Not that the trail needed
to be made any longer our hares took delight in the trail seeming to be
endless. Jack The Ripper an expert
in injuring himself noted that this was the perfect trail for reinjuring just
about anything what with its emphasis on pounding concrete. Our hares seemed to
find an endless amount of concrete to pound as the wind got windier and the fog
got foggier. Fits In who was dashing
along, well you know what I mean by dashing, kept thinking the trail wouldnÕt
end before the sunglasses she was wearing would need to traded in for night
vision goggles. Not that Tongue
Depressor, JC DQ or Just Omar
minded the air was filled with smells and in honor of the hare they found
seemingly endless places to shit. Is it even possible to ever carry enough dog
bags? Still the trail eventually ended. Since Holly Park was filled with Òno
alcoholÓ signs the pack crossed the street to set up the debauch in front of
the Òno loiteringÓ signs. Rocket scientist that he is Splat decreed that standing around pumping piss from the keg and
surrendering to the siren song of the Sacred
Bucket did not constitute loitering. Having lost some of her tolerance for
the Sacred Bucket, this week filled
with yet another new Fits In
creation SmugglerÕs Blues, Do Her Well
was soon well done. The Bucket went
to Hot DickÕs head encouraging him
to cool it against the cement. Hey it seemed like a good idea at the time. It
wasnÕt long before Raspukin was
getting his $40 worth of piss pumped into jugs. Poor Raspukin looks like a cross between failed chemo and someone who
could play Freddy Krueger without makeup no wonder he needs to drink so
heavily; he might see his reflection at any moment. Phantom once again visiting from MelbourneH3 arrived late but
stayed late to make up for lost drinking time. With the Bucket going to his
head 5150 made the mistake of asking
Phone Sex to describe her favorite
meal. Rumor has it they were still non-loitering at 6am on Friday and she was
still going strong. King Rongjon
back from the World Interhash convened the Circle and with the Sword Of Power firmly in hand kept the
pack spellbound with his tales of daring do in Borneo. Cheers.
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