Run #1550 Like a Fucking Herd of Gazelles!

Who’s Your Daddy’s trail for the Gypsies apparently kicked off the “12 Days of Hashmas”, wow, who knew! Apparently, Geordie Le Foreskin did, since he did everything but hire a plane to trail a banner proclaiming he was going to do all 12 days! Sadly, GLF couldn’t cum across any other takers, well, at least he didn’t have to share the honor with Daffy Fuck who thought he was a, dare I say it, of course, loony toon! The pack was gathered at the Boathouse at Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park, home to some of WYD’s favorite Public toilets, hey, everyone needs a hobby! While the pack partook of the keg of Lagunitas IPA, he laid down a few marks and told the pack there were only on-on marks and backchecks then, while no one paid any attention he fled into the gloaming. Backside Banger provided the pack with a truly moving sermon on familial love that had Chickless Boner bemoaning that “you can’t go home again” and Cock In A Box hoping to bring the spirit of BSB’s sermon to families in Oslo. Backwash dropped by to say hello and Just Joshua was surprised BW was dating Elon Musk then he realized the guy just looked a lot like Elon Musk and that would explain why Just Joshua doesn’t drink! Our hare had promised a well marked yet insanely brutal eagle trail that left Blow Queen chomping at the bit and Cuming Mutha shedding tears of joy. Apparently, they’d forgotten that hares always lie! No worries, their dream died hard. The Lost Patrol once again put itself under the tutelage of On All 4s putting their trust in her generally unerring sense of direction and her plethora of phone apps. Manhole was off seeking adventure as usual while Pied Piper chose to hang with Tongueless and Fits In as he loves the little puppy whininess of T. Trail took the pack down Stow Lake Dr. before cutting over into the woods. Trail stayed in the woods until it exited at Funston. JFK Dr. became JFK Promenade as it approached the De Young Museum. Tuna On Top allowed as how she enjoyed the culture drenched trails of WYD. Wash This Asshole was more interested in passing the Museum Café and wondering if they used Insta Pots. Trail took the pack through the woods to the Hagiwara Tea Garden Dr. where Adopt A Pussy lamented the lack of a GGP Shuttle.  Trail wended its way around the Music Concourse and Music Concourse Dr. At this point Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard floated past the LP, a vision of mint green with shorts matching top! One Night Only provided the LP with a chance to avoid circle jerks by watching her fall for them. TOT was drenched with culture yet again as trail passed the Giuseppe Verdi statue. Trail crossed MLK, Jr. and headed back into the woods before catching Stow Lake Dr. E and heading for home along the lake shore. King Of Bed Bugs was able to skirt disaster by not slipping on goose shit seemingly everywhere. Do Her Well oohed and ahhed over the sweet mom and pop geese escorting their goslings to dine on the flour. Trail nipped a smidge into the woods before ending at our hare’s much beloved toilets. The Outbeer was moved closer to the picnic table and the keg was tapped. The picnic table was covered with Vitamin J as wells as homemade pastrami and pulled pork to be dipped in Pied Piper’s own version of Carolina BBQ sauce. Coculus Oculus arrived to partake of the evening. The weather was perfection. Fits In provided a Sacred Bucket filled with Stone Fences, rum and cold cider. As Udder Moron drank cup after cup from the Bucket he decided he was not really THAT much of a moron, the jury is still out. Eventually all good things must end and T proved it by taking up the Sword Of Power and convening the Circle. Just Doesn’t Get It stood on the picnic table bench and bellowed T’s signature phrase “Shut the fuck up!” WYD was called up and roundly chastised for his trail. 5150 was brought up just so T could have a chance slur him. Dr. Kimble was called up for arriving late and wearing a pair of spit shined shoes and trousers with creases sharp enough to slice cheese. Dr. K also brought 1/3^rd Of A Cum, a Whine & Chowder wanker now a MarinH3 wanker, who was hoping he could score the remaining 2/3s. Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard found himself called forth for a naming, in honor of his mint green ensemble and his graceful *unnning style JTATOB knelt before the Sword and rose as the Pastel Gazelle! Just Fuck Off wiped the tears from her eyes and no one knew whether they were of sadness or laughter. Hand Pump snagged all the garbage while the keg was reduced to farting and 5150 took a growler of the Bucket. Another wasted evening getting wasted with the Gypsies. Cheers.