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This is what you see on drugs. Life: It is my Anti-Drug. This ad space for sale.

Dmn, how'd you know? You just described my weekend. This ad space for sale.

don't need it in Florida. My bike cost $900 and I got health insurance thourhg my employer. Don't even need to wear a helmet.

I just tell them, "guess what? i guarantee you 100% that you're going to die." Alright, so I might die earlier, but I'll have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. But in the end, they don't understand. But if they ask, and are genuinely interested, answer their questions. A few might want to come out and just watch. The rest could care less, and get their thrills from shopping. So be it. This ad space for sale.

Yeah, Ebay's out of whack. Sometimes people bid higher just to *win* an auction. You can also get stuff on there really cheap sometimes. I once got a set of three DVDs for $15. I only wanted one of them. So I ended up selling the other two back on Ebay for a total of about $20. This ad space for sale.

I stayed curled up in my couch all day as a bunch of tiny litte gnomes that got really drunk last night were banging hammers inside my head. This ad space for sale.

I told my little brother than his 18th birthday present is a skydive. Tandem if that's what he wants, but I'd prefer to give him the AFF course. I'm also giving my mom a tandem. I think it would be great to be able to jump with family. This ad space for sale.

If you bring it down here, we can destroy it and light it on fire for you. No charge either ... I'd love to help a fellow jumper out.

Mmmmm - donuts...is there anything they can't do? This ad space for sale.

Yeah, but the best part about hell is that you don't need a 'chute. When you bounce you're just going to come right back to hell. This ad space for sale.

and people try and tell me skydiving's dangerous .... sheesh! This ad space for sale.

Nice sotry .... you can't beat this though ... My friends dad, when he was younger, was driving around absolutely shitfaced. Cop pulls him over, gets him to step out. He can't even stand up straight. Cop: "Alright, Mr Bayly, don't you think you've had a little too much to drink tonight." Bayly: "Yes, Officer, I was going to walk home. But I was too drunk to walk, so I decided, fuck it, I'll just drive home." Cop found it so funny, he told Bayly to move into the passenger seat and drove him home. It helped that my friends dad was a pretty well-known figure in the town. This ad space for sale.

Ahh, I just looked up kundalini, and now I see what you're saying about worshipping a serpent. I dunno though, never knew anything about it before. This ad space for sale.

Alright, that works. I was about to say WTF are you talking about worshipping the serpent. That's what you do on mushrooms, not yoga. Anyways, I don't know the difference between the different kinds of yoga, but the one we do is more excercise (specifically on balance) than sitting and mumbling weird shit.. This ad space for sale.

I've done some yoga, which is pretty cool. really difficult though. never done any kundalini though. This ad space for sale.

Nah, the Hells Angels used to chop off their front brakes on a regular basis. (Hence where the term 'chopper' came from. -- but the also chopped of lots of other things.) This ad space for sale.

No, but I will be one by the time I'm thirty. ;) This ad space for sale.

The protec I have has a dytter installed in it. The earhole was made larger (you could do it with a dremel) the alti stuck in, and then secured with zipties. Works nicely. I think I'm going to take it out and sticka protrack in. This ad space for sale.

I would think the most expensive part of getting certified is the cost of testing and redtape. I know Sony itself has had to push back releases of new laptops (that are available in Europe) due to failing UL Testing. Passing government standards is by no means easy or cheap. As skydiving helment manuafacturers cater to a rather small group of people, wthey're not able to spend so much money on testing equipment, R&D, etc. I would assume, or at least hope, that they would do some testing, but probably not to the level the government certifications require. This ad space for sale.

I had similar problems in the beginning; would flare too high or too low, completely inconsistent. And I knew I would eventually get hurt. So I decided to focus on nothing bu canopy control/landing. Starting doing just hop-n-pops at 5000, as many as I could per day, and try to focus on flaring at the right time. The first few times you won't focus all-too-well, but by the 4th or 5th, you'll remember exactly what you did wrong the time before and compensate for it. You'll eventually get it, just keep working on it, as much and as often as you can ..... so you stay more focused. Once your muscles remember what to do, you'll be golden. This ad space for sale.

act really really scared in the plane, then dive out head down as fast as you can, then track away hard .... land either completely off site or in a swoop. This ad space for sale.

hmmph, you obviously have never drank enough beer. ;) This ad space for sale.

Nice, those were funny. Here's some more, from Air Traffic Controllers: From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm fucking bored!" Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!" Unknown aircraft: "I said I was fucking bored, not fucking stupid!" Control tower to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound." United 239: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this.... I've got the little Fokker in sight." A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport." Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following: Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?" Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English." Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?" Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war." Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7" Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway." Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers." One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one." Allegedly the German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They, it is alleged, not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206. Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206 clear of active runway." Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop. Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?" Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now." Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?" Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark,...... and I didn't land." Allegedly, while taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" US Air 2771: "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?" This ad space for sale.

Getting out of work. Going to the gym, although that'll probably piss me off. Then going drinking. ;) This ad space for sale.

Be a bum. You don't have to do much. Just don't be a lazy bum. I piss on lazy bums. Just do the following: 1) Get yourself a cheap Wal-Mart geeetar, preferably from a dumpster, 2) Make the chords completely off tune. 3) Slip and slide through mud to get you and your clothes dirty and raggedy looking. 4) Get a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of generic cigarettes. 5) Sit on the side of the road singing songs about how you used to be a Vietnam vet and lost your best friend and you fell in love and she left you for a woman and you drank and drank yourself to retardation, and all you want is a beer and a sandwich. Make sure your lyrics do not rhyme and are barely comprehensible. Then just sit back and watch the pennies and quarters roll on in! This ad space for sale.