Run #1719 Things Can Change in an Instant!
Cuming Mutha ably assisted by On All 4’s laid the evening’s interlude for the Gypsies with the run start putatively at Magellan Ave. and Sola Ave. above the Forest Hills Muni Station. At the last minute the start became Casa CM and OA4’s a smidge farther from the station. Now rest assured that the pack was made aware of the change, but we are talking about Gypsies. Suffice it to say that a number, gladly small, found themselves in the wrong place at the right time. Eventually their mistake was rectified but they did miss out on a smidge of Lagunitas IPA or whatever! CM believes in giving credit where credit is due, so he praised Wash This Asshole for both driving the piss and bringing the Vitamin J. WTA was quite pleased until the “SENIOR DISCOUNT” for purchasing the Vitamin J was mentioned. Backside Banger and Manhole pre-lubed enough that they managed to spend so much time on trail that Manhole’s back requested extra post-lubing as well. CM’s siren song even attracted 9 ½ Wanks who was last at the Gypsies in 2012! One trail every 14 years might be just the ticket! Ever carrying more of the burden on his shoulder CM provided the pack with a religious experience. Who knew CM had the voice to handle Be My Girl by the Police. Still not satisfied he recited the poem Boomerang by Leung, at least that poem referenced hairy hands, and all know how a lad’s hands get hairy! The pack was flabbergasted and could barely tear themselves away to do trail. Glitorus found her glitter running down her face in a trail of tears! Off went the pack in search of the hare’s marks. Trail took all and sundry to the top of Larsen Peak, straight up! That was enough trail for the Walkers. Those who were compelled to do more found themselves on a loop at Quintara and 10th Ave, where the cognoscenti viewed Willie Mays’ former abode. CM did try to save some from themselves but 5 Angry Inches, Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham, Tricrapalete and Wet & Slopppy were feeling loopy and they repeated the loop! Trail took the pack to Golden Gate Heights Park where a tricky turn brought them to the bottom of the Moraga Street stairs. As if that climb wasn’t insulting enough the Eagles had a long staircase to climb at the Moraga Ave. stairs. Rumor has it that Just Dick’s wheezing was mistaken for a foghorn. There are overachievers and there are OVERACHIEVERS, 5 AI put on an extra 3.5 miles *unning to the start from his work! Our hares took pity on the pack and threw open the doors of their lair to protect the pack from the fog and cold. Of course no good deed goes unpunished, BaBa and 9 ½ Wanks spilled beer on the dining room table. As punishment they were required to exhibit their musical skills by playing the didgeridoo/ydaki. Amazingly they did reasonably well, being dead drunk apparently has its advantages. Chickenboner brought some dips that the dipsos devoured! Eventually Hand Pump took all the garbage that wasn’t walking and another evening with the Gypsies came to an end. Cheers.
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