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oh, the miracles of plastic surgery... i think fake boobs should be mandatory! don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

i would truly love a bellyflyer who actually believes this way to chime in. don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

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but it's pretty funny... don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

i just ordered one and can't wait to get it. my dom 1994 talon is scaring the crap out of me... don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

plus they would be queefing the rest of the day... don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

i did that exact same thing and it hurt for months. a friend of me told me that a heel stinger can burst fat cells down there (he was quoting a doctor). fortunately, i broke my leg, had to stop jumping for a month, which gave it time to heel...

cock docks don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

dude, that answer freaking rocks. don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

they all want to be involved in a train... don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

broken fibula, broken foot, lots of scrapes cuz i can't land worth a shit... don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

i'm a freeflyer and the last time i did a belly jump was on my a license check dive. i have nothing against bellyflying, it's just that i prefer the vertical environment. well, this weekend i was at a dz out of town and got involved in a conversation with two old time bellyflyers who went on and on about how freeflying was ruining the sport. unfortunately, i was pretty enebriated and i can't remember their reasoning behind this belief. this one guy in particular was extremely belligerent and told me that i was "fu__ing stupid" doing freeflying because i only have 250 jumps and that it was completely unsafe for me as well as my jumping buddies. according to him i'm also "fu__ing stupid" for jumping with lower number jumpers, saying that i have nothing to teach anyone because i don't have thousands of belly jumps like him. now, if his beliefs are accurate, then does crew "ruin the sport"? what about freestyle or skysurfing? why does it matter to anyone whether i want to sit fly or belly fly? i can appreciate the danger of corking etc but this whole sport is dangerous. someone please explain the reasoning here, because i'm baffeled. don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things

it sounds like you and i should meet. in the last 2 years (since i've been skydiving), i've drained my savings, have watched a successful law practice turn to shit and have about $500 to my name. so what do i do? i ordered a new voodoo today...

this reminds me of 1984 when i gave gonorrhea to 2/3 of the chi-omega chapter at texas tech...

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it sure does - check it out, i'm now an enthusiast!!

blah, blah blah - does this count as a post?

nah - just replying in general. trying to get my posts up so people will quit calling me a newbie...

why do you have to learn something for an experience to be meaningful? once when i was in vegas i did 13 bungee jumps over one day and had a freaking blast. of course, if i had my rig i'd have probably been skydiving instead. but i'm here to tell you, stepping up to the edge of a 6 story platform, looking at the vegas skyline, seeing the ground o - so - near is a freaking rush - much scarier than skydiving, at least at the launch. true, the people in charge seem like burn outs, but i've seen some fairly scary looking riggers, too.

have any of you tried the ip5 for skydiving? it seems perfect but i don't want to buy one til i hear some reviews. thanks

thanks for all the comments. i'm looking forward to my next opening instead of dreading it.

i recently downsized to a cobalt 150, wing loaded at 1.4. i've had some really freaky openings and i can't figure out why. yesterday, i had such severe line twist i almost had to chop it. is this a packing error, body position or what?

i would NEVER jump naked cuz i'm horribly ashamed of my tee-niney winkie. i'm hung like a farret. i was recently asked to be the "before" model for a penis enlarger ad.

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