Run #1651 Say Goodnight, Gracie
The George Burns and Gracie Allen of the Gypsies, Who’s Your Daddy and Chickenboner were at it again! Chickenboner was the putative hare but Who’s Your Daddy did the honors. The pack was gathered in the parking lot of what the Gypsies call Lands End and is now the parking lot for the memorial of the USS San Francisco, off of Point Lobos Ave. Oh well, what’s in a name anyway. The Outbeer arrived with its cargo keg of Lagunitas Maximus Colossal IPA , since the trail was going to involve negotiating cliffs the pack was advised to take the name seriously. E=MC Fucked laughed at the concept of caution and drew himself another pint! Magnum, Not I was doing a skillful impression of having a hollow leg as he poured the piss down. The pack was graced by a pair of virgins Just Brandon and Just Alex. JA was chosen to provide the pack with a religious experience in keeping with the ABV of the keg, 9%. Male Missal firmly in hand JA proved up to task. His proselytizing had Udder Moron dancing around on one leg, um, the keg might have contributed as well! In Dr. Kimble’s considered opinion, the pack was fit to stumble off on trail so with WYD’s blessing off they went. Trail left the parking lot at the entrance to the Lands End Trail, the one that *uns above the Coastal trail. TriCrapalete blithely announced that he had no fear of falling as the lower trail would stop any plunge into the ocean! Wet & Sloppy suggested that perhaps Tri had shown a smidge too much fondness for the keg! Trail had its ups and downs but stayed blood free, not that Tongueless didn’t make a valiant effort to change that! Fits In is getting a little tired of having to hold on to T's “fall prevention belt”! The pack left the trail at the Palace of Legion of Honor and circled around the Holocaust Memorial and onto the trail around Battery Livingston coming out on 40th Ave. Trail turned at Fort Miley and eventually let the pack back onto Clement St. At this point T was trying to bring Bitch Pimp to the start by radio, well iPhone control! Eventually all survived WYD’s ordeal and returned to the start. Of course, Blow Queen and Pastel Gazelle were looking fresh as daisies and laughing derisively at the likes of Wash This Asslole who looked less like a daisy and more like a trampled flower. The ultimate master of trail avoidance, 5150, was there to welcome the pack and even more the tapping of the keg. No sooner had the first pint been pulled than Cheese Turd arrived, drawn inexorably by the odor of the keg! CT wasn’t the only one drawn to drink, Third Of A Cum found his way to the tap. The Cloak Of Invisibility was dropped and covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with Fits In’s Hot Rum Toddies. Bitch Pimp found her way to the bacchanal and bacchanaled with the best. Just a usual Thursday evening with the Gypsies. Cheers.
On In!