I was in a bar the other night, and noted the following
conversation between two young women:
"So anyway, I got this tattoo because I knew
it would freak out my mother."
"Wow, is it a picture of Kurt Cobain? He's
like a rock god!"
"Of course! I worship the ground he walks
on."
"You saw him in Toronto when you were sixteen,
right? I would have killed to go to that concert! How did you
manage it?"
"I just said I was going over to a friend's
house to study that night."
"And they believed you? Parents can be so
stupid sometimes."
"Hey, look at that girl's jacket: I want it so
bad!"
"Look at her husband: I want him so bad!"
"Speaking of which, I think I've decided which
of these guys is going to take me home tonight . . ."
"Omigod! The guy on the other side of you is
spying on us and writing down our conversation! Call the
bouncer!"
And that is how I ended up here, your Honour, but I can explain:
have you ever heard of geocaching? . . .
You can check your answers for this puzzle on
Geochecker.com.
Congratulations to billedm for the FTF, and to
Winnie-the-Pooh, Piglet55 and entogeek for being close
behind!