A Very Wiki (And Blondie) Trail

A Very Wiki (And Blondie) Trail

Who: Sex: Final Final Frontier, The Buttler Hit It, Dribbles, Pat My Fly, Orgasm Falmon, Just Claire, Cougar Whisper, Luva Lamp, 5 Inch Penalty, CPA, Shart of Darkness, Dr. Bitch, Quarter Mile Queer, visitorplant: Lawrence of Her/My Labia, Virgin Julian/Pedro, Cock Lobster

Hares: Wikipedophilia and Blondie McFucksAlot

Bag Car: Marbelous Asshole

Having been apprenticed to Wiki for my virgin lay, I have privy to information that makes a method to Wiki’s hashness. Wiki then told me, years ago:

Marks should be easy to find; true trail should be hard to find.

With that in mind, this was the Wiki-est trail to ever Wiki, sans Wiki Lost-ing.

Leg 1: Wiki Thinks We Read Street Signs.

Trail began at “Lulus Alston”, which is Lulu’s Allston in Wikese. Queer gave a Chalk Talk with no beginning and no end and we proceeded, with pack entirely following the false that Blondie laid south down Linden before proceeding across the Bridge of Angsty Allston Poets. A romp through Lower Allston met with a Tit Check that Cougar Whisperer ignored and solved trail anyway through Hooker St. We were sequestered by another Tit Check at the other end of Hooker before a T-E split that lead to a old Allston favorite Beer Check on the side of Cambridge St, at the perpetual Harvard construction that we’d worry about losing if Harvard ever finished.

Leg 2: The Charles River Falses

Pack entirely followed Blondie’s false into Riverside Press Park. I missed the YBF there, but Whisperer found it. We made it through C*mbridge and seemed to be on our way to Harvard, until a CB10 (which proved to be a CB12 because Hares can’t count) lead us back to the DeWolfe St bridge that Falmon solved. At Gordon Rd, a lovely prewarmed Brandywine hot toddy found us agreeable, where Wiki then informed us with the archetypal Wiki Mischievous Grin (WMG) that next leg would be laid in sticks.

Leg 3: What’s Brown and Sticky?

Stick trail proved soluble enough since the sticks were floured, and we pounced around the Smith Playground, finding the hares waiting for us adjacent to Allston Aeronaut with delicious minted hot chocolate in a warmed DD coffee box, matching the most popular shirt of the run.

Leg 4: Really a 4th leg?

5 Inch and I vied for the Everett St bridge on a Turkey-Eagle split. The 6th CB of the trail led us down Braintree St into the Penniman St play area where we found Beer Check 2.

Leg 5: Cheetos

Wiki repeatedly and gleefully (WMG) informed us that the remainder of trail would be laid in off-brand Cheetos and various members of pack griped that trail was so long we would begin EATING the trail. I informed Wiki that we were at Ballbuster length. Wiki retorted that True Trail was 250 yards (or something equally ridiculous) but that Pack’s following falses – which they could not fail to do – was what made it longer.

Hares gaid and most of pack went straight to Silhouette, where prognosticators and fornicators alike had foretold trail would end.

Circle:

Queer started into a rendition of The Hares of her Dickiediedo, which proved to be a premature ejaculation. Hares were told they should have used more flour and chalk, half the pack was accused of wearing identical DDPBR shirts, I accused Cougar Whisperer of skipping the Tit Check, and I was countercused of the equally culpable crime of not skipping it (or something). The transplant required a second c*ming to find a song we did not know and we found that the virgin would indeed enjoy porn with his parents. Following up to a discourse made on trail, Just Claire was called in for a naming, possibly to Squeakly Clean Vagina or Vagina Dentatta, but her naming proved to be merely an ultimatum to the Just to get dirtier on trail, lest she wind up with one of these terrible names.

On - cheetos - On
Sex, TFF