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Grrr. Centaur-hasslers were out, but hey:
On Sunday, May 17, 1009, the wonky SF-area got all gussied-up or stripped entirely nekkid, loaded up or onto floats, beer, and root beer, both, and ran from the Embarcadero on Mission Street, right on 9th Street, up Hayes and that hot-as-Vegas hill, left to Fulton, and we're headed into GG Park, along JFK Drive, and if you did this early enough and fast enough, you didn't get routed away, into the polo field area or back onto Fulton Street.
The alcohol got picked off, at a checkpoint into Golden Gate Park. The walk was really nice, until the crazy-boi bridge, where proseletyzing assailants utilize the stony, down-low bridge to get weird, lurking in wait, with the poor people who had to wait in line to pee, UNDER THE BRIDGE, creating a traffic hazard.
Naturally, creepy punks gathered, to harass anyone trying to pass under this sucka, too late for the actual finish ceremonies, cut short after two hours.
I don't think I started, until way after one hour passed, since I headed to the end, so hey! I won't get past Stowe Lake, next year, not no way, not no how, to avoid rampant punk-contact.
I can walk ALL the back through that GG Park cruise, for more fitness, better than trying to put away my camera, while being attacked by any several geeks or thugs, or by geeky thugs, including leg-sweep punk, who liked to sneak up from behind, with leg-whips, if cops were not exactly present.
The alcohol-reduction measures were in effect, variously. That means loads of Broncos and Dons got drunk, anyway, way more Broncos, for some reason.
But not until the Santa Clara University Co-educational Sick-ass Drunk team got it on, with a few sicks-packers, in the USF area, and some geeks with University of Southern California stank, around a US Flag-shopping cart with lots of alcohol in it, even inside Golden Gate Park.
I headed to the very back of the pack, got out my camera, and did my thing. Naturally, the camera-spritzers were aiming right at the lens, whenever they weren't supposed to mess the shot, but miss they did not. So I slobbered down the back of one of the bitches, spraying water at cameras.
The cowboi-crazy Asian creeps got going, in traffic, trying to start the swinging, at the starting line. Once we got going, they spread out some, and grabbed each others asses or got busted.
Once I got going up Hayes Street Hill, some Asian cutie 30+ years younger than I am started grabbing me, so love-jones was power-walking all the way up, in sticky, humid, even hot times.
Several obnoxious boi-attacks were executed on my body, on Divisidero, on the cut over to Fulton Street, and the cut it out command with my prop-axe wasn't enough, so I hosed one of the turds with red power juice and told another way, way off, while hearing his sick shove, about how he was in love and so he gets to hit ME, 30+ years older than he is, since I am here.
What assholes, so I get up the street, and the pretty ladies were around the git-fiddle shack. Yay! Up the Panhandle, and check for blisters, since I had on gag-socks, for the event.
I didn't do a lot of my own pix, and you cannot see them, here, anyway, but when I got to JFK Drive, I got intercepted by all the nice ladies and foxes I know, casually, and SO, I learn! On a nice day, get the heck up that hill, through the panhandle, and doink around in Park, proper.
I met the sweetie-pies which make life worth living, on JFK Drive, females, which I would kiss, etc., peaches, butt and all, and they know who they are. One of them will sack me, any minute.
On the Caltrain ride up, the SCUd-people were drinking, big time. I tried to make it to the bike car, but no way. The SCUd cranks blocked me in a middle car, with some of the same creeps I met last year, without The VIEW being so smart-looking, before Lady GaGa, you know?
Because of New York City, D.C., and SCUby-DooDoo dogging cadres, which sort dealers and whores and cops, illegally, while getting their attitude up, to pass their illegal interests and costs in mafia-family educational excesses, of the past, present, and future, Scoob-students from The Santa Clara University where Steve and Randy played hoops all seem like assholes, incapable of learning any old-school, except to play punk actor, on trains, even off-campus.
SCU had their football cancelled, FOREVER, since they are infested with all sorts of out-of-state catechism and alcohol fetishists, getting it up to interagency fraud, with some interstate trafficking, for any estoppel, and media conditioning, to mafia-kiddie lifestyle, illegal in California, and so our cities neglect CPC 404; 11165.3; 11165.5; and CBPC 17206, for city attorney prosecution of class violations of unfair business practices law, neglected, fatally, since 1/1/2005, when Prop.64 was enacted.
SCU and USC and Stanford and all the other post-Reagan private schools cooked our books, and the scum now involved with passing their illegal costs onto the public are not only crooking all city and county rosters as an undiscovered RICO, the young swine they spawn are at PRIVATE COLLEGES, stinking and drinking, learing to violate CPC 182, conspiracy, and to start street fights, and get away with dirty tricks, and to infest administrations, in states and in the United States Government, now cross-contaminated, and bankrupt from two years of awaiting the remarkably narcissistic Barack Obama, now featured at Notre Dame University.
What a boatload of tricks! Legalize prostitution, drunks! YOU are force-trick whores, walking over any target you choose, in real life, and then your spawned scum wax up Caltrain, Mission Street, and the wind-down, of the SF Bay-to-Breakers funrace.
So why would I pay $44, to actually enter this sucka? NOT!
I am the suppressed material witness, to AIG-related misconduct. ALL the pigs are playing musical chairs and bail, like it's 40,000 feet up in that corporate jet, gone wrong.
The scum still at the crime scene let their little assholes play in public, sometime.
Don't forget to wipe, little crappers! And then bend over and kiss your stankies, goodbye, since your waterboarding kids are already guilty enough, to incite a Tsunami, sorry about your failure to watch The VIEW, or understand why that cast of libertines is in New York City or in Los Angeles, since those locations may suffer extreme tidal wave attacks, INCITED BY PIGS, LIKE RUDOLF GIULIANI AND ALL THE OTHER CREEPY, ILLEGALLY-CONTINUED PIGS, WHO WILL NOT ADMIT THEY ARE EVER WRONG.
I bet if a tidal wave hit SF, it would back up to that stone bridge, where the punks gather, to harass passersby, amongst the pissers, a typical CPC 186.22 trick, in any city or town, where the cops actually farm criminal street gangs.
Some gangsters are SO honest, they tatoo 'CSG' on themselves.
Where is that, in San Francisco, California, on Mayor Newsom's butt?
Sign in, to sell all that Getty Trust AND medical marijuana, and hide how the pot needs to get up as fuel alcohol, so the retarded frat boys don't inhale car-exhaust from petrol and drink whatever, after driving wherever, to make even stupider kids than they made, in the Jessie's Girl-blasting 1980s and fatal-dose-of-ecstasy-1990s!
Passing illegal costs while importing corrupt persons has fatally tainted all schools, but private schools pass criminal gangsterism AND actual crime family personna, into an illegally continued matriculation, actually gestation.
The crime families and schools must desist, for cause, at riot, note CPC 404.
Last time I actually RAN? In the 1970s, I bonked my legs up to run that bad thing, in about 50 minutes. NEVER AGAIN, do I run far on pavement, without a tsunami or cops after me.
On Sunday, May 17, 1009, the wonky SF-area got all gussied-up or stripped entirely nekkid, loaded up or onto floats, beer, and root beer, both, and ran from the Embarcadero on Mission Street, right on 9th Street, up Hayes and that hot-as-Vegas hill, left to Fulton, and we're headed into GG Park, along JFK Drive, and if you did this early enough and fast enough, you didn't get routed away, into the polo field area or back onto Fulton Street.
The alcohol got picked off, at a checkpoint into Golden Gate Park. The walk was really nice, until the crazy-boi bridge, where proseletyzing assailants utilize the stony, down-low bridge to get weird, lurking in wait, with the poor people who had to wait in line to pee, UNDER THE BRIDGE, creating a traffic hazard.
Naturally, creepy punks gathered, to harass anyone trying to pass under this sucka, too late for the actual finish ceremonies, cut short after two hours.
I don't think I started, until way after one hour passed, since I headed to the end, so hey! I won't get past Stowe Lake, next year, not no way, not no how, to avoid rampant punk-contact.
I can walk ALL the back through that GG Park cruise, for more fitness, better than trying to put away my camera, while being attacked by any several geeks or thugs, or by geeky thugs, including leg-sweep punk, who liked to sneak up from behind, with leg-whips, if cops were not exactly present.
The alcohol-reduction measures were in effect, variously. That means loads of Broncos and Dons got drunk, anyway, way more Broncos, for some reason.
But not until the Santa Clara University Co-educational Sick-ass Drunk team got it on, with a few sicks-packers, in the USF area, and some geeks with University of Southern California stank, around a US Flag-shopping cart with lots of alcohol in it, even inside Golden Gate Park.
I headed to the very back of the pack, got out my camera, and did my thing. Naturally, the camera-spritzers were aiming right at the lens, whenever they weren't supposed to mess the shot, but miss they did not. So I slobbered down the back of one of the bitches, spraying water at cameras.
The cowboi-crazy Asian creeps got going, in traffic, trying to start the swinging, at the starting line. Once we got going, they spread out some, and grabbed each others asses or got busted.
Once I got going up Hayes Street Hill, some Asian cutie 30+ years younger than I am started grabbing me, so love-jones was power-walking all the way up, in sticky, humid, even hot times.
Several obnoxious boi-attacks were executed on my body, on Divisidero, on the cut over to Fulton Street, and the cut it out command with my prop-axe wasn't enough, so I hosed one of the turds with red power juice and told another way, way off, while hearing his sick shove, about how he was in love and so he gets to hit ME, 30+ years older than he is, since I am here.
What assholes, so I get up the street, and the pretty ladies were around the git-fiddle shack. Yay! Up the Panhandle, and check for blisters, since I had on gag-socks, for the event.
I didn't do a lot of my own pix, and you cannot see them, here, anyway, but when I got to JFK Drive, I got intercepted by all the nice ladies and foxes I know, casually, and SO, I learn! On a nice day, get the heck up that hill, through the panhandle, and doink around in Park, proper.
I met the sweetie-pies which make life worth living, on JFK Drive, females, which I would kiss, etc., peaches, butt and all, and they know who they are. One of them will sack me, any minute.
On the Caltrain ride up, the SCUd-people were drinking, big time. I tried to make it to the bike car, but no way. The SCUd cranks blocked me in a middle car, with some of the same creeps I met last year, without The VIEW being so smart-looking, before Lady GaGa, you know?
Because of New York City, D.C., and SCUby-DooDoo dogging cadres, which sort dealers and whores and cops, illegally, while getting their attitude up, to pass their illegal interests and costs in mafia-family educational excesses, of the past, present, and future, Scoob-students from The Santa Clara University where Steve and Randy played hoops all seem like assholes, incapable of learning any old-school, except to play punk actor, on trains, even off-campus.
SCU had their football cancelled, FOREVER, since they are infested with all sorts of out-of-state catechism and alcohol fetishists, getting it up to interagency fraud, with some interstate trafficking, for any estoppel, and media conditioning, to mafia-kiddie lifestyle, illegal in California, and so our cities neglect CPC 404; 11165.3; 11165.5; and CBPC 17206, for city attorney prosecution of class violations of unfair business practices law, neglected, fatally, since 1/1/2005, when Prop.64 was enacted.
SCU and USC and Stanford and all the other post-Reagan private schools cooked our books, and the scum now involved with passing their illegal costs onto the public are not only crooking all city and county rosters as an undiscovered RICO, the young swine they spawn are at PRIVATE COLLEGES, stinking and drinking, learing to violate CPC 182, conspiracy, and to start street fights, and get away with dirty tricks, and to infest administrations, in states and in the United States Government, now cross-contaminated, and bankrupt from two years of awaiting the remarkably narcissistic Barack Obama, now featured at Notre Dame University.
What a boatload of tricks! Legalize prostitution, drunks! YOU are force-trick whores, walking over any target you choose, in real life, and then your spawned scum wax up Caltrain, Mission Street, and the wind-down, of the SF Bay-to-Breakers funrace.
So why would I pay $44, to actually enter this sucka? NOT!
I am the suppressed material witness, to AIG-related misconduct. ALL the pigs are playing musical chairs and bail, like it's 40,000 feet up in that corporate jet, gone wrong.
The scum still at the crime scene let their little assholes play in public, sometime.
Don't forget to wipe, little crappers! And then bend over and kiss your stankies, goodbye, since your waterboarding kids are already guilty enough, to incite a Tsunami, sorry about your failure to watch The VIEW, or understand why that cast of libertines is in New York City or in Los Angeles, since those locations may suffer extreme tidal wave attacks, INCITED BY PIGS, LIKE RUDOLF GIULIANI AND ALL THE OTHER CREEPY, ILLEGALLY-CONTINUED PIGS, WHO WILL NOT ADMIT THEY ARE EVER WRONG.
I bet if a tidal wave hit SF, it would back up to that stone bridge, where the punks gather, to harass passersby, amongst the pissers, a typical CPC 186.22 trick, in any city or town, where the cops actually farm criminal street gangs.
Some gangsters are SO honest, they tatoo 'CSG' on themselves.
Where is that, in San Francisco, California, on Mayor Newsom's butt?
Sign in, to sell all that Getty Trust AND medical marijuana, and hide how the pot needs to get up as fuel alcohol, so the retarded frat boys don't inhale car-exhaust from petrol and drink whatever, after driving wherever, to make even stupider kids than they made, in the Jessie's Girl-blasting 1980s and fatal-dose-of-ecstasy-1990s!
Passing illegal costs while importing corrupt persons has fatally tainted all schools, but private schools pass criminal gangsterism AND actual crime family personna, into an illegally continued matriculation, actually gestation.
The crime families and schools must desist, for cause, at riot, note CPC 404.
Last time I actually RAN? In the 1970s, I bonked my legs up to run that bad thing, in about 50 minutes. NEVER AGAIN, do I run far on pavement, without a tsunami or cops after me.
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