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bloody yanks yeah, junst UN-like the freefly with a triple french victory Yeah I know the judging was subject to questioning... Just teasing. Not even french... Yes the freefly round was absolute crap! The fucking french wined and had all the rounds rejuged. Spacelands "Anomoly" went from second to fourth after spotting the french a "0" in the speed round after setting a world record last year, go figure! Fu#k Brazil! May they never have another chance.

It was indeed a great event, and great to meet everyone. And that hybrid was awesome! Come on John you actually found me to be nice and that pissed you off! The hybrid was nice as I saw on the video because I never looked away from the base!!!!

You asked for it! http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=1260362#1260362

Sorry, my bad.

Joints are fine, now those otter bites.........

Never! See ya at AOT boogie!

The 100+ ways and sequentials were a ton of fun. Mike Swanson and "Alaska Jon" Devore for helping with what we consider the largest (104way) hybrid dive ever done. Roger Ponce for being a great plane captain for the best team! Getting the chance to meet a few dz.commers, Quade (again),Kallend,Bill and Amy Von, Keith, BikerBabe and LTDiver to name a few. Too bad the weather in the mornings didn't cooperate Smog/fog or whatever it was. This was a very well done event and look forward to the next one. Now Paul, where are those pictures?

Didn't mean to dis ya Mar, I was talking about dot'rs that I don't know! I knew you were going tequila bond first!

It's a ploy, Mar darling. He wants a spanking. And your point is???

Just checking besides Quade. John Kallend and Gemini, who will be at Perris this weekend?

I hope everyone can make it next year. This was a class event and the record could have been built if a few more jumpers would have been there. So ya point'n fingers Jim? See ya at the sequential this week!

Bryan, If you've got the tickets do Nationals anyway. Phil?

Who luvs ya baby?

My mother was a fanatic about public toilets. As a little girl, she'd take me in the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, never sit on a public toilet seat." Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. But by this time, I'd have wet down my leg, and we'd go home. That was a long time ago. Even now in our more mature years,"The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain when one's bladder is especially full. When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, also crossing their legs and smiling politely. And you finally get closer. You check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied. Finally, a stall door opens, and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. You hang your purse on the door hook, yank down your pants and assume "The Stance." Relief. More relief. Then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it. So, you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale. To take your mind off it, you reach for the toilet paper. The toilet paper dispenser is empty. Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on that's in your purse. It would have to do. You crumble it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door, because the latch doesn't work, and your purse whams you on your head. "Occupied!" you scream as you reach out for the door, dropping your tissue into a puddle and falling backward, directly onto the toilet seat. You get up quickly, but it's too late. Your bottom has made contact with all the germs and life forms on the bare seat, because YOU never laid down the toilet paper, not that there was any, even if you had enough time to. And, your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat, because, frankly, "You don't know what kind of diseases you could get." And, by this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain, and then it suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged through to the Indian Ocean. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a Chiclets wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the sinks with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and unable to smile politely at this point. One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and say warmly, "Here, you might need this." At this time, you see your man, who has entered, used and exited his bathroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he asks, annoyed. This is when you kick him sharply in the shin and demand to go home, NOW! This is dedicated to all women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public toilet. And, it finally explains to all you men what takes us so long. PS - The answer to the other question, why women go in pairs? So the other woman can hold the door and han you Kleenex.

Was there something else in that picture I was supposed to see?

JFYI- I had my 21-88 in my RS my 27-79 fits quite well in my rs-1!

Dude, it was a TWELVE WAY!

Skydiving; broken big toe (I presume/no doctor) landed a Xaos 21-80 loaded about 2.3 with stuck breakline-stupid but waited too long to chop. 2 weeks later landed a Velo 79 and had a brakeline only allow partial flare, same big toe. Swoop ditch slide in like a baseball player but had shorts on/ no jumpsuit on dry rough ground; nice rod rash on the ouside off the lower leg. Nothing ever kept me from jumping though. Non-skdiving before jumping; Separated/dislocated shoulder twice learning to barefoot without coaching. Blown ACL left,bar accident/Repaired Blown ACL rgt, snowmobile, torn cartilage beach volly ball/ repaired-removed

QuoteDo Otter bruises count? I get them every weekend from climbing out on the Otter's camera step. LOL!!!!! Damn Otters

Typical jump 4000 Break off 3300 halfway through track think about deploying 2500 deploy if not already and be on your toes!

Very thought provoking, http://www.catsprn.com/under_attack.htm

I was mistaken, it was a xaos 118-27 in an OJ. It was very tight.

My 21's are small but a friend has a 113-27 in an OJ. The 118-21 will fit fine! My experience with 27's is 2.4 is about right! I have a chop on both my 21-85 and my 27-79 from severe line twists flat on my back and in the basement! I got a bigger container, RS-1 and haven't had a problem since. The 27 packs about 20% bigger than the 21 IMHO.

Thanks for the offer John, a friend is coming from Perris to get me @ 11.45 arrival. Ido appreciate the offer. See ya at the sequential!

WTF? She doesn't lick it clean? I just clean off the saliva! It's a good thing she doesn't read these forums And your point is??