Run #1710 All Gypsies are Two Fisters!
Magnum, Not I laid a trail for the Gypsies from the parking lot at Chain of Lakes Meadow in Golden Gate Park. It was a very special trail since the Gypsies were welcoming their newest hound Two Fist and giving her the Hashtism M,NI and Brotherly Love asked for. In keeping with the solemnity of the day even the Gypsies’ own 3 Stooges, Adopt A Pussy, Backside Banger and Pied Piper didn’t indulge in a slap fest over who would tap the keg of Lagunitas IPA, a very rare occurrence! Missed Delivery came from the East Bay having made the mistake that Magnum, Not I meant that there would be a magnum for him, oops! Once the pack had driven off the civilians, the ceremony began. Tongueless donned his Robe and as he strode from the Outbeer the pack heard those magic words intoned by Pastel Gazelle, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” It’s unclear whether anyone heard as the pack was laughing so hard. T stood before the proud parents who held forth the babe as he read the service! The proud parents made sure that Two Fist would have a proper moral compass by designating Pastel Gazelle, Sir Flaccid of Nuttingham and Manhole as her godfathers. Sadly, Manhole was not present but PG and SFON both blessed Two Fist with the sign of the CHECK, dipping their fingers in a cup of Lagunitas! Just Fuck Off stood there shedding tears, Udder Moron mouthed that she was shedding them for all concerned at the idea of PG being a “moral compass!” As the service was finished a loud Huzzah went up from the pack! 5150 chose that moment to arrive, fashionably late as usual. While Brotherly Love spirited Two Fist away the pack set off to follow M, NI’s trail. Too overcum to either think or pay any real attention the pack was off to its usual diminished capacity start and spent some time wandering like headless chickens. That actually refers to the troops dumb enough to *un the trail. That would include SFON and E=MC Fucked. The rest put their fate in M, NI’s hands and he led them unerringly to The Rampant Bottle and Beer on Balboa St. Both PG and JFO realized they were actually enjoying not sweating up a storm but imbibing at leisure, even Just Bandit stretched his leash to make new sniffing pals. Dr. Kimble was so relaxed that by the time the pack resumed its efforts he had headed home. Not to put too fine a point on his generosity but M,NI ran a tab for the pack! Eventually all and sundry staggered back to the start and the keg was tapped then covered by the Cloak Of Invisibility which was in turn covered by the Vitamin J and a Sacred Bucket of Yellow Peril. The alcohol flowed like water and the pack lapped it up. E=MC Fucked made sure he was a good example for the home and abed Two Fist by a pint of piss in one hand and a pint of the Bucket in the other. Closet Twitcher lifted his pint of Bucket and Wash This Asshole immediately started offering odds on the likelihood of CT making it anywhere on his bike other than the drunk tank! As usual Fits In declined the honor of holding the bets. Eventually it was noted that Glitterous hadn’t returned. The pack’s concern only extended to toasting her, wherever she may be! The evening began with one Two Fist and ended with many. Cheers.
On In!