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But that's the beauty of our constitution...it's timeless. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

How could you possibly want to legalize people eating other people? Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

One of my childhood heroes. Even was born in my state, in the unassuming town of Wapakaneta, OHio. At one time he was the most famous person on earth but he never used it to his betterment and was reclusively shy about even talking about the mission. Seems we could use a few more heroes like the original astronauts. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Didn't mean to be such a buzzkill. It's happened to me before. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Good points all. I'm pretty certain everything with a whuffo changes when they see someone they know, one of your mutual friends perhaps, bounce. It's hard enough when you're a jumper. Near impossible for the whuffo. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

What do you mean by whuffo. My wife is not a jumper, I have been jumping 10 years and with her for 24 years. I would not however call her a whuffo. Do you mean someone in a relationship that does not want their Sig other jumping? Call it whatever you like. A whuffo for the purposes of this poll does not jump. 1 or 2 tandems doesn't count. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I like that. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I've not seen or experienced the up jumper/whuffo combination work very well. Your thoughts... Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

But she's out of the picture now? Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Every time I use an online site that requires my birthday it's depressing how far down the year section I have to scroll. Forgetting your age?..meh. Just don't forget to pull. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

So Perfesser you once again think that your beloved Dems are more intelligent then us wacky Republicans. I can assure you there are plenty of Dems with wacky scientific ideas. Be careful not to put to many troops on Guam, it might capsize. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNZczIgVXjg Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I was fortunate enough to get off student status along with 4 friends...so we always had our own cessna lift. Alot of talking, making funny body positions, reading, frustration, and speaking a language none of our whuffo friends understood and we all worked our way up to being lousy at RW (which was pretty good back then). That all changed with the Bible of RW, Pat Works' Art of Freefall Relative Work. Pat wrote things in a way that everyone could visualize and understand. I recall repeatedly trying to launch a 4 way diamond from the cessna. We'd try and screw it up, pack, and go try it again until we got it right. RW was all anyone wanted to do so it was THE topic of conversation around the bonfire. We learned alot by listening to our elders. Man those were good times. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I always chuckle when someone bashes Racers. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Video is a bit weak on proving anything. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Found this rather amusing tale on Best of Craigslist. So I did it. Got the snip -- the tiny tubes terminated -- pinched off the old baby batter blaster -- you get the picture. While it was (as every man who has ever had it done at least one year prior will tell you) a very simple and quick procedure, I would not ever in good conscience tell another man considering it that it was anything less than a miserable experience. Most guys (fellow blank shooters) I spoke with played it down and made it sound as easy and manly as getting a few stitches after a bar brawl -- well I beg to differ. Although, all the slice-snip-burn-sew blow by blow, step by step tales I was told were frighteningly similar -- and mine is no different: THEY TAPE YOUR DICK!!!- So after sitting slightly nervous and unquestionably cold in an ass-less gown for about 15 minutes -- periodically wiggling my pink pal just to shake out the shrinkage all the while being mindful not go full mast -- I mean who gets a hard-on in a cold doctor's office while waiting for some dude to rip open your sack and jam some scissors in the hole? Not this weirdo -- Anyhoo, the doctor & nurse bust in like they were trying to catch me jerkin' it (I'm too quick handed to worry about that) and get to work. I lay back, and ol' doc flips up the gown with the vigor and assuredness of a popular jock prom date -- pulls out and rips off about two feet of masking tape -- grabs my cock -- stretches it past my belly button -- and tapes it quite securely to my abdomen. In hindsight I think it's so my Johnson didn't retract into my pelvis as the pain, shame and discomfort slowly consumed me. MEATBALLS IN A HOLE- The next step in prepping for the procedure was a generous coat of peroxide lathering my thighs -- then came the covering. The doc held up a dishtowel sized heavy cloth with a 3-4 inch diameter hole, well stitched and reinforced with a canvas-like material (you know, so your balls don't tear through it like wet toilet paper when they figure out what's about to happen to them). My freshly shaved scrotum poked through and also received an incredibly cold peroxide dousing. He says "this might get a little uncomfortable" and begins kneading and emulsifying my scrotum between his fingers looking for the right tube to terminate (there are a few on either side) and then came the needle. . . YOU FEEL EVERYTHING- "You're probably going to feel a sharp pain and a some burning, but then you should not feel any pain from here on" -- Now, it's not that he was lying, but it's really not that simple. Needles don't bug me and a Novocaine shot is really not that high on the pain scale -- so far so good. Then he cut into my scrotum using some Chinese method I got a pamphlet on, but didn't give a fuck enough to read about -- felt every bit of it, but it was not painful -- numb, but sensitive enough to know exactly what was happening down there without looking. He tears me open quite aggressively (still no pain, but discomfort was creeping in) and then the snip. . ...Ooooohhhhhh the snip. I could write a 2000 adjective only essay on the sensation that shot through my lower abdomen and there is not a woman on this planet that could read it and have even a slightest inkling of what I experienced in that very moment, but it only takes four words to let a brother know -- Kicked In The Balls. Not the initial contact pain like when the foot hits the ball or the balls slap the thigh or butthole, but the stomach ache fallout that follows. It's extreme nausea without the possibility of puking AND getting the wind knocked out of you without the breathing issue AND the cold sweats of a fever without the hot skin mixed with the sharp stinging sensation (and I'm assuming here) of being stabbed. This was the point where I made the decision not to look up and see what was going on -- let me explain: It was during the birth of our first child that I discovered something about myself that had not previously occurred to me -- blood and gore does not phase me in person. I actually cringe sometimes when watching something particularly graphic in a movie or on TV, but when I peeked over the curtain while sitting beside my beautiful and insanely brave wife and (against the advice of the doctors and nurses in the room) peered directly into my wife's open abdomen -- did not feel faint or woozy or even the slightest bit phased witnessing the c-section birth of our daughter (I think that I am one in a very small group of men that can truthfully say that my wife is indeed beautiful both inside and out). And again for my son's circumcision (it's not mutilation if it can actually help him get laid when he is of sound mind and consenting age) where I watched wide-eyed and unflinching as they pinned back and peeled off the extra skin of my infant's penis without so much as nose crinkle. It surprised me -- I felt slightly faint in anticipation both times, but not even a knee buckle once the gore was in view. Now, after all that chest pounding I will humbly admit that I was in no condition and harbored no desire to attain so much as a glimpse of what this sadistic prick was doing to the closest friends of my taped dong. EVER WONDER WHAT BURNT SCROTUM SMELLS LIKE?- I'm not totally sure exactly what was cauterized, but I smelled it. Didn't bug me -- it's the first thing every non-lethal sharpshooter out there told me about because it was so disturbing for them -- and because of that I was mentally prepared for it. It was weird though -- worth mentioning. THERE ARE TWO- I am well aware that I'm no genius and this may just be common sense to most men out there -- maybe it's because I never gave it very much thought -- but it is a two part procedure and that did not initially occur to me. Two places to numb, two holes to cut, two tubes to snip and remove (which look like two small sections of spaghetti noodles -- which my doctor pointed out when he showed me commenting, "hope you weren't planning on pasta for dinner tonight" -- worth the co-pay alone) because most men have. . .everybody now. . .two balls. Duh. This was both surprising and disappointing to me as the first one is no picnic and after the full frontal sense assault I was in no mood to go through it again, but it was actually a lot easier. This time I was already entirely numb and I could identify each tug and snip as landmarks along the shameful journey and I knew exactly how many more pokes and puffs of flesh smoke were left until I could get out of there and get a burrito. . . .AND THEN I PASSED OUT- Okay, procedure's over -- doc is gone -- nurse is gone -- and it quickly becomes (painfully) obvious that I did not shave above my penis as I rip the tape -- and my pubes -- off of my abdomen. That hurt, but detaching the tape from the loose skin of my now embarrassingly small and shriveled dick helped me to forget real quick. I was not in any pain, but I instinctively got dressed and walked out of the doctor's office (yes office -- no surgical room) like a 90 year-old with osteoporosis after a 2000 mile donkey ride. I think my ego/pride/mojo was more injured than my balls. I was texting my supportive mate to come pick me up, but looked up to see her popping up from a waiting room chair -- mojo back -- posture back -- let's go eat! We carefully walked to the car and headed to the pharmacy to pick up my new best friend for the next two days. Driving along I gave my better half a quick and g-rated rundown of the procedure and about 4 miles out the car began to close in on me. The corners got dark and I warned my bride that I was going to go under for a moment and then the entire conversation we just had played back in my head at a much higher volume and furious pace -- the screaming in my mind gave way to white noise and I came to slouched in my seat and looking over at an angelic, but severely concerned companion. If getting your balls fondled and shredded by another man doesn't fuck with your self-esteem, passing out like a little girl shortly thereafter kind of closes the deal. Feel free to make fun of me. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

They have to get the right leaning jab in before they continue their absolute multiple BHOrgasms Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Amish Lester used to pay to ride in the Twin Beech at Parkman. After high school I worked in a heavily Amish area...used to see the girls going into the bars and coming out dressed like the locals. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Joint Chiefs of Staff are not in any operational responsibility or control of military action. They are military expierience/advisors to the Office of the Presidency and provide logistical support (not orders) to the Theater Commanders like General Petraeus, Navy Fifth Fleet and others. Theater commanders' COC is the President via Sec Def. Might be the way it is now...I don't think it was in 1980. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

We need to get some thrusters. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

you mean the same budget that the dem's wouldn't vote for? As difficult as it may be to fathom, even the dem's weren't that stupid... Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

The only thing that is rock solid in all of this is the fact that Many Economists Can Be Wrong. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Much the same as the current budget the government operates within. Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I'm old enough, and in reality the Joint Chiefs owned that boondoggle in the desert. I don't recall Carter being unduly harranged. In fact if anything he was criticized for waiting too long to make a rescue attempt. Still, it can't be an easy decision to send troops in harm's way. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Eagle_Claw Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

I was 9 at the time this happened and living an hour south of the lake. We keep learning through other's mistakes even today. http://bulk.resource.org/courts.gov/c/F2/509/509.F2d.626.73--2231.html Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne

Agreed. But pretty soon they'll be starting the Scott Memorial Something in honor of me Please don't dent the planet. Destinations by Roxanne