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You're supposed to sign cache logs?

 

The person below me is second on the 3rd page.

 

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Caching without a clue....

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The corpse hanging in the living room works marvelously in keeping the flies out of my kitchen.

 

The person below me has his head in the buttocks of the website.

 

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Some mornings, it just doesn't pay to chew through the leather straps. - Emo Phillips

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Singing hymns and waving palm branches through all eternity is pretty when you hear about it in the pulpit, but it's as poor a way to put in valuable time as a body could contrive.

 

In other words, you may keep the angels, I want to spend my afterlife in a Tex-Mex joint with plenty of refritos and Dos Equis.

 

The person below me knows the difference between scatology and eschatology.

 

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All who wander are not lost.

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Yeah, I think one of them goes in a Doot Bucket, right?

 

The person below me is going to have a hard time thinking of the person below them

 

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Caching without a clue....

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I still can't find the nighttime half of the Equinox cache during the day.

 

The person below me hasn't found it either.


 

That cache is quite a drive for me to do, but I've been trying to do it telepathically for a month. Do I need to log my Did Not Finds?

 

The person below me hides microcaches in ivy- BOOO HISS.

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The person below me always eats their Wheaties before a day of geocaching

Almost right. It's usually Honey Nut Cheerios.

 

The person below me needs to put both hands back on the keyboard.

 

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;

Nothing remains quite the same.

Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

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weapons of cache destruction = Mctoys

 

the person below me is wearing pink leotards and listening to Marylin Manson's remake of Merle Haggard's Greatest Hits whilst balancing a hairless rat on a #2 pencil wedged in a hairy armpit..

 

someday we'll look back on all this and plow into a parked car.

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I hear voices too.. and they don't like you!

 

The person below me really wants to see tmac in that outfit singing those songs.

 

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;

Nothing remains quite the same.

Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

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