Cava
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Over time I've lost interest in encouraging people, or even talking about it. The experience is so predictable. I will ramble on about it with certain friends who don't jump but understand that it's my thing and sometimes I like to talk about it. But my eyes glaze over when I find myself in that same old conversation... Whuffo: Wow, that's crazy! You're nuts! Me: Uh huh. W: Blah blah perfectly good airplane blah blah! Me: (no response) W: Is that expensive? How much does it cost? Me: Um, yea, sure, at first I guess, like anything else... I guess it depends. W: Blah blah blah I'm gonna totally do that some day blah blah blah...! Me: (concentrating on bubbles rising from bottom of glass of beer) Yea, you should...(the way you might answer a 9 year old who just told you they want to be an astronaut when they grow up)
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I prefer to say "detail oriented." Anal retentive suggests that you have trouble taking a shit, or with your asshole in general.
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A principal difficulty in answering the question is one's continual state of fluidity. If time stopped for a reasonable length of time, one could, with enough indifferent and objective reflection, probably come up with a self description that might satisfy them. But as we never freeze in time, this is impossible. The other factor which complicates this is the idea that no matter who one thinks one is, everyone else who experiences this person will see a slight variation at least, with respect to their own perspective and sensibilities. For these reasons, personally, I have always known that I will never truly be alone, because there is always the relationship, full of surprises, that I have with myself. Remember the episode of The Flintstones where Fred has to live with himself, literally? But, to answer in the spirit of the thread..... 1. Male 2. Skydiver 3. Single
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One that licks me and wiggles its cute little nose.
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Stupid people with alot of power. Sitcoms.
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excellent.
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Nice jump name you picked. I hope you don't plan to emulate Wiley Coyote. Happy jumps.
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This was probably around age 14. We would call people up, one person would start reading random passages out of the Bible while the other person played solemn chords on this cheesy little toy organ that you set on the counter and plugged in like a toaster. People frequently stayed on the line listening alot longer than we expected. Other times we'd call up and if a youngish female answered, the caller was a foreign-sounding secret admirer. Occasionally the women were fooled for a few minutes.
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My nickname is Frightfully Large Genitals. How I got that name is not too complicated... Actually Cava is a name my Latino coworkers gave me when I used to be a line cook. It started out as a much longer name which meant Horse Who Pulls A Milkcart because I was not the fastest cook around. Then they just shortened it to cava, or caba. Wasn't too sure on the spelling, so I figured Cava was close enough.
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I got in the habit of packing a long snivel when I started jumping my Diablo. That way I am always in the saddle with my hands on the R Risers when it inflates and starts doing whatever the fuck it wants to, besides fly straight.
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This one I heard at my DZ... "Fuck safety. Skydiving is all about looking cool."
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I guess I'm one of the majority. Just help me get my rig on and set my alti to zero for me. And push me out when it's my stick. Can't see a fucking thing with these big black Geezer Shades on.
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I would vote Cat. Mine is a lazy longhair who is only 2 lbs shy of weighing as much as my rig. Dogs are ok but too many are poorly behaved. As the cliche goes, the similarities between cats and women are well established, no need to go there. Except to say that it would be nice if some chick would fuck me if I gave her some ground turkey meat.
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According to the account I read (in a history of the paratroopers) the first parachutist was in fact a dog. I'd have to dig up the book to give precise names and dates, but the gist is this: A guy wanted to test his new parachute thingy invention so he went up in a balloon with his dog (maybe it shit on the carpet one too many times or bit him when he tried to pet it). He went up a ways and then tossed Spot out. Evidently the dog survived the involuntary experience, got out of the rig and ran away, never to be seen again. Smart dog.
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I don't 'believe in' anything. I don't feel the need to. And further, I wouldn't presume to try and convert anyone to the I Don't Believe In Anything Church. I have a USPA card, but beyond that I'm not interested in any other memberships. So what's my take on the meaning of life? Something weird is obviously going on and I have no idea what that is.
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I have a cat who weighs like 20 lbs and has long fur. So basically in the dark you could mistake him for a racoon. He does very little but lie around putting on weight. He does however have an almost psychotic reaction to moths. If one is fluttering around, he makes an insane cackling noise that continues until he's eating the thing. He loves them. They must be like kitty-gummybears. He has to climb an old dead tree to get back to the balcony of the apartment when he goes outside. He knows that "Yummy Kitty!" means it's time for tuna fish dinner. He knows that "FUCK" means I'm pissed of at something and he takes off. Even if I say it quietly. Not too impressive in the Pet Tricks dept. but there you go.
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Dog/Cat intelligence experiment Put one of each in the middle of a busy road and see which one stands around, wondering if a car is going to pet it "Let's make slaves of as many of these people as possible" -C. Columbus
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Here's an absolutely filthy joke for you... What did the cute fluffy boy bunnyrabbit say to the cute fluffy girl bunnyrabbit? A: (my nose is wiggling) I guess it's only filthy if you speak bunnyrabbit.
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Most unusual compliment I received was from a fellow barfly at the place I used to hang out. Turns out he was attracted to me (in a hetero, let's have a beer sort of way) because I don't smile very often. Also, once way back in junior high school, a girl thought I was cute.
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I wouldn't mind being a lover. But it takes so much effort to make it happen. I keep meaning to go out and get it, but I just can't find the motivation. I wouldn't mind kicking some ass either. But it takes so much effort. You have to go out of your way to walk up and clock someone. That takes alot of energy. I'd rather just drink a 12 pack. Pabst is only $5.99 at the corner store, which is very convenient to stop at on the way home from work. My cat loves tuna.
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Three years. The best memories I guess are when I try to do something and succeed. And like many, I would have to say that some of the choicest bits will have to remain......classified.
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None. I'm really shy.
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There's never a PC around when I'm drinking (Have to use the public library. Maybe I should bring a half case next time and tell the librarian to go fuck herself). If I could drunk post it would be PBR in a can and Old Milwaukee in a 40. Love that cheap nasty swill. Quality beers taste better but tend to give me a nasty headache the next day.
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Talon2 + PD 143 + Aerodyne Diablo 170 = 19.75 lbs
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If I tell you I will have to kill you.