skydivecat

is just jealous that ski beat him to it. post edited because brain isn't working yet!

THREAD KILLER, again!

Only hears four voices in his head and can't even get them all to agree with him.

I'm in! Lets go! Where...?

Had to post a cartoon pic with an insult thread.

Hit on 269!!

wishes he could find someone that would let him lick her

needs a better avatar

needs to find better things to do than stalk all the pretty ladies on dz.com

is stuck on their back.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about one legged men on pogo sticks. The zebra went to the set of mythbusters and ate his sammich. The linebacker knew what he had to do. He went to the liquor store and bought a handle of 151. He set his mind on drinking until he couldn't feel feelings anymore. He was heartbroken. "That zebra has not seen the last of me. I will make him pay for farting on the plane again!" exclaimed the linebacker. So the linebacker went searching for the zebra. The first place he decided to look was at Airtwardo's house, knowing his affection towards horses. Unfortunately, he found only clydesdales. So he went to The Farm, knowing the zebra would most likely mistake the dropzone for a legitimate farm. It wasn't a farm though, it was a brothel that performed Tijuana donkey shows with midget strippers covered in glitter. All at a competitive price. So the linebacker approached popsjumper, the leader of the brothel, to inquire about a job preparing the donkeys. Popsjumper answered, "only if you do it whilst dressed as a Disney princess and demonstrate your prep skills on" Fixed it! We must have posted at the same time

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about one legged men on pogo sticks. The zebra went to the set of mythbusters and ate his sammich. The linebacker knew what he had to do. He went to the liquor store and bought a handle of 151. He set his mind on drinking until he couldn't feel feelings anymore. He was heartbroken. "That zebra has not seen the last of me. I will make him pay for farting on the plane again!" exclaimed the linebacker. So the linebacker went searching for the zebra. The first place he decided to look was at Airtwardo's house, knowing his affection towards horses. Unfortunately, he found only clydesdales. So he went to The Farm, knowing the zebra would most likely mistake the dropzone for a legitimate farm. It wasn't a farm though, it was a brothel that performed Tijuana donkey shows with midget strippers covered in glitter. All at a competitive price. So the linebacker approached popsjumper, the leader of the brothel, to inquire about a job preparing the donkeys. Popsjumper answered that the linebacker must first demonstrate his "prep" skills on

As a fairly new skydiver, I like to plan breaking at 5500 and pulling around 4000. On solos, I still usually pull around 4000.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about one legged men on pogo sticks. The zebra went to the set of mythbusters and ate his sammich. The linebacker knew what he had to do. He went to the liquor store and bought a handle of 151. He set his mind on drinking until he couldn't feel feelings anymore. He was heartbroken. "That zebra has not seen the last of me. I will make him pay for farting on the plane again!" exclaimed the linebacker. So the linebacker went searching for the zebra. The first place he decided to look was at Airtwardo's house, knowing his affection towards horses. Unfortunately, he found only clydesdales. So he went to The Farm, knowing the zebra would most likely mistake the dropzone for a legitimate farm. It wasn't a farm though, it was a brothel that performed Tijuana donkey shows with midget strippers covered in glitter. All at a competitive price. So the linebacker approached popsjumper, the leader of the brothel, to inquire

We were talking about freefall larping. All dress up in tin foil armour, get styrafoam swords, and video us beating the crapt out of each other in freefall. It would be pretty freaking hilarious...

I just realized that when driving, I am CONSTANTLY looking out the window and analyzing if this field or that field would be better to land in! I've also done ground crew on a few base, I can't go anywhere without looking at the antennaes, trying to guess how tall they are, and whether they would be good for a jump.

The weather is the biggest one for me, I NEVER used to give a crapt. Now I'm watching the clouds/winds like a hawk. ...realized I'm not as crazy as all my whuffo friends make me think I am. You guys all put me to shame!

I was so confused.... Until I saw your next post, then it all made sense!

I see what you guys are saying... You def don't have control over a lot of the situations you are put in, but you gotta own responsibility for the choices you have made! I mean, I was responsible for jumping outta that plane for the first time, and it brought all of this and all you into my life. God help me now!

I'm with the you are 100% responsible for your own life vote. Not to get into it all, but I grew up in a home which had just about every excuse a kid needs to go down the wrong path. Yes, I had some good people/influences in my life, but ultimately, it was the choices I made that got me outta that. I hate when people use their upbringing and past for excuses for everything they do in the present and their future. Get over it. We all have our BS, and what happens now is ultimately in your own hands. My $0.02

Well put. I'm a noob with no experience, and I have a hard time with a lot of the arguments here. Do I think it would be cool to jump with a camera and have more videos of my jumps, absolutely! Do I want to learn to free fly and do a bunch of other crazy things, hell yeah! Am I ready for all that? According to the guys who took me thru AFF and taught me how to fly, NO. And their opinion on that matters way more to me than doing what I think would be fun. They tell me to work more on this or that first, that is what I am going to do. They aren't trying to hold me back, THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME BETTER. My opinion ceases to matter compared to theirs in skydiving related things. Even if you DO have mad skills and are way above the rest LISTEN to the people who brought safely to where you are at. Skydiving doesn't have a very forgiving margin for error, so even if they are being conservative with their advice, they are simply trying to save your life.

You never really grow up, you just learn how you are supposed to act in public!

Welcome back viking! I'm a noob, so I hafta ask (if you don't mind sharing...) WHY would you ever leave this sport for three years!?

I like my men like I like my cellphone, charged, silent, and vibrating.

Lots and lots of wine...?