Run #1665 Barely Legal!
Bitch Pimp dragged the Gypsies to Sausalito so they could enjoy the fresh ocean breezes and strike fear in the hearts of locals at Dunphy Park on Bridgeway and Napa St. Thanks to their reputation as ne’er do wells, a reputation they savor, parking was not an issue. Speaking of unsavory reputations, the pack was overjoyed to welcome Dr. Bombardier a longtime Gypsy who along with Chin Chin Chiller has moved to Atlanta. Sadly, CCC didn’t send the Gypsies any of her patented potable, fermented mare’s milk! Even the idea that it might appear was enough to bring out Prefers Horses. PH drowned her sorrow in the keg of Lagunitas IPA. As everyone knows the Gypsies are a “family values” hash so BP made sure that her mater, Just Pat was there and she even brought Just Edie her diminutive pooch. Just Bandit thought JE was his sort of girl but Pastel Gazelle kept the lad on a tight leash! The pack was blessed to have Dr. B take up the Male Missal and preach a sermon that drove the pack to new heights of religious fervor. Just before she pitched over on to her face Lois Lame cast aside her hiking poles and shrieked, “I can walk”. On that note it seemed like a good idea to start looking for the hare’s marks! Trail led out of the parking lot and headed for Sausalito Beach before turning at Schoonmaker Point Marina and providing great views of the boats. Trail came out on Liberty Ship Way. Wash This Asshole suggested that LL might want to stay at Elite Paw Wellness Retreat. Her response was, well, WTA will eventually heal! Trail continued through multiple parking areas and through sandy shiggy. At Harbor Dr. the Lost Patrol made the mistake so often repeated of paying any attention to Tongueless who insisted he knew where the trail was going. Fits In raised the alarm but Buttplug Fred mumbled what if he’s right. Of course, FI was right and T could barely find Bridgeway and head for the start. Once back on Bridgeway it was a straight shot back to the park and the waiting keg. No need to bring out the Cloak Of Invisibility. A handy picnic table sufficed for all the Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with hot cider and rum. PG and Magnum, Not I along with Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham returned from their sojourn on the manlier trail and they shed the sweat to prove it! Our hare provided a pair of home baked plum pies made with plums Dr. Kimble had provided. Tears Of Semen was amazed at how many slices of pie Sir Flaccid could balance on one hand! His offer to juggle them was turned down. No Blow Ho hoping to prevent any drunkenness, kindly filled her 72-ounce growler to the brim. The rest of the pack just kept filling themselves to the brim. Another lovely Thursday with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!