Run #1659 Age is Just a Number, Til Your Number is Up!
Who’s Your Daddy decided to remind the Gypsies about their creaking, or soon to be creaking bones by starting in the parking lot of the Golden Gate Senior Citizens Center off of Fulton in Golden Gate Park! The Outbeer slid into a parking space and Pied Piper and Adopt A Pussy managed look even more ridiculous than usual by bitch slapping each other over who was gonna tap the keg of Lagunitas Hazy IPA. PP managed to stay the course, and he plunged the tapper in to let the piss start flowing, and it did! Wham Bam Thank You Tam complained that there are never shows like that at her pub. Hose Blower suggested that the pub hire PP and AAP to swing by and do their Two Stooges routine! Speaking of livening the place up, Ultra Head was in town and swung by get a chance to behave badly. Hearing her name, Wash This Asshole started mouthing the Sinatra standard, High Hopes! Lois Lame laughed, and mumbled, “More like no hopes!” WYD swung into action and with a Bible in hand preached a sermon on “sticky fingers” while encouraging an interactive response from the pack! The newly renamed, and badly, ReVirginizer suggested the show get on the road so no drinking time would be lost. There is never any argument with that! The pack left the parking lot and headed through the woods to come out at Spreckels Lake and course around it to be jerked, a long one, back to 36th Ave and out to Fulton. The jerks were still being jerked by our hare and flew, well some flew, make that Magnum, Not I and the still Just Alex, down Fulton and back to the park at 33rd Ave. The Lost Patrol was taking solace in AAP’s eidetic memory of Golden Gate Park by not getting horrendously lost. Dr. Kimble was fascinated by the S F Model Yacht Club, he thought being a Commadore was always the rank he deserved. Trail was back in the woods parallelling 30th Ave and then JFK Dr. The pack passed Spreckels Lake on the outgo so why not thrill to all the goose shit on the on-in. Fits In entertained taking bets on when the geese would send Tongueless slip sliding into the lake but WBTYT pointed out that would be tasteless! The pack was finally reunited at the start where they found 5150 stepping on a mark so he could claim he’d been on trail. Pied Piper hurried to tap the keg and have the Cloak Of Invisibility dropped into place. The Vitamin J was joined by a Sacred Bucket of Tropical Punch. MNI took one look at the Bucket and announced, “Hangover here I come!” Hand Pump DFLed straight to the keg and only left its side to paw through the Vitamin J. As she tossed back cups of punch ReVirginizer announced that blondes do have more fun! Just Alex pointed out that he could make sure of that! Our hare looked on taking pride in what he had wrought. Was it the Gypsies feeling their age or the alcohol! YES.
On In!