HEY! ALL YOU DOUCHEY POSERS with your bicycle "lifestyle" choices: stop fucking around.
Yes, that's right. You are here, and I am here and that makes it our time. You heard right, stop fucking around on "our time".
What's wrong with a little fucking around on our time, you ask?
Some of us are trying to have some actual, real, non-digital, in-the-world fun. Some gritty, old fashioned, sweaty hide the can/find the can par-tay action. And we use bicycles! Dude on dude, dude on chick, chick on chick, all of the above on bicycles and on the dope.
But here's the thing: posing to have your picture taken so's you can post up on Facebook or some other version of make believe see how adventuresome I am tiredness is not part of the action! Finding a cache and then not hiding one is for losers or triathaletes I guess. All's I know is I want my motherfucking USPS sleeved koozie back. One of us actual velocachers deserves that.
Put up or shut up. If I had a Facebook account I'd be flinging shit at your wall like a rabid mandrill with a rectal abcess.
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As a side note, #14 is still out there. Find that shit.
Showing posts with label I am out of control. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
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