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I came into the office for about an hour yesterday, but bailed to go skydiving because it was too nice of a day outside. I'm paying for it today, sitting here writing a paper and wishing the freaking database that I need was operational so I could have this thing done by the time everyone gets in tomorrow morning! Blues, dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

It's a religious thing. Logic is strongly discouraged. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

mmm... I like getting favo(u)rs.

Did you read the title of the thread? Obviously I am! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

It all happened so fast, I wish I could remember! So, when are you putting on that skills camp? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You OBVIOUSLY have me confused with the original poster of this thread! At least he doesn't live far from Canada, so he can occasionally get his civil unions with dz.commers homer and flanksteak legally recognized (though I have to admit he might be the "husband" in the latter marriage). Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

What is another name for "pajamas"? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

A nice big funnel involving every jumper on a 40 way, just after blowing through break-off altitude due to one open grip that was *almost* there.

Oh yeah, Watching Carla's face while you were cracking all the jokes at dinner last night made me realize that she didn't see all the humor in the prospect. This one might backfire on ya with her putting pressure on you to tie the knot. At least you & Carla & Chrissie & Chet can save money by making it a joint reception. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I will NEVER mix wine and ambien again. I will never mix wine and AMBIEN again. I will never mix wine and ambien AGAIN. I WILL NEVER mix wine and ambien again. I will never mix WINE AND AMBIEN again. ... I WILL NEVER MIX WINE AND AMBIEN AGAIN! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Yeah! There should be a law!! (and you call yourself "conservative"?) Blues, Dsave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Nope, they're buying the skydive and the camera. It's their jump. I agree with Sebazz. As well as all the technical safety stuff, be respectful and make them comfortable. In the long run, your job will be easier with a calm, relaxed student. I agree. It was a poor attempt at a joke ala Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Is that anything like fudge-packing? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You know, I've been thinking here Mr. Hand. If I'm skydiving, and they're skydiving, doesn't that make it OUR skydive? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

The first sentence said what they were upset over Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

ummm.... Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

If it's justified, the shooter should not even have to stand trial. Who gets to decide if it's justified? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Yes Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

It's all about the mucus baby, as long as I get to pick the donor and specify which membrane. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

That's one cool chick! I'd forgotten she included the word "naked" . In any case, it was a slightly cruel but very effective strategy, and hilarious at that. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

This one time, at band camp, I was having sex with this hot chick. OK, so it wasn't at band camp, but she was hot, and we were having sex. Things were going fantastic, in fact a little too good, and I got close to, uh, finishing sooner than either of us wanted. I stopped to give it a rest for a second and she realized that I was walking a very fine line. Her immediate response was to yell "Margaret Thatcher naked!" in a attempt to calm me down. It worked, but yes, I was still laughing when I eventually came. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'd say it looks like Tito's Peak, but that's just a wild guess. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I like Piisfish's answer, my tongue. Since that's not an option though, I had to go with scent. We all know that every woman smells different (some very good, some very bad). If it smells really good, and that fact registers in my brain when I'm nowhere near that part of her anatomy (especially while she's fully clothed), well, that's almost intoxicating. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

But what of the fact that there are instances where shooting an unarmed person IS justified? Something called "disparity of force," such as one person with a gun surrounded by five angry guys who are talking about smashing his skull... Or one woman with a gun surrounded by two or three guys talking about how much fun it's gonna be to rape her... If it's justified, the shooter should be found "not guilty" by a jury of his/her peers. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

As opposed to a fake friend? For me, there are friends, and there are friendly acquaintances. The first list ain't very long, and I can't really tell you what the criteria are for getting on it. It ain't the longevity of the relationship. I have a good friend I've known less than a year. But she's there for me, and has proven how much so just when I needed it, without me indicating I needed it. It ain't the help they give. I have a good friend who hasn't ever done much more for me than give me some spare stuff she didn't need when I was needing to start over in the "possessions" category. But I know she loves me and vice versa. It ain't the frequency of contact. I have a good friend who I've only spent maybe a couple days with in my life, and maybe talked to on the phone a half dozen times. One of those conversations entailed me calling him a few years ago, crying about some bad news I'd gotten when he didn't even know the situation. I could have called someone who knew me more personally, but he was the one who I knew would comfort me. It ain't commonality. I've got a good friend who I have almost nothing in common with. Age, fitness, interests, thoughts on politics, religion, relationships, etc...those mean nothing. If I have a question about myself, I can ask him and he'll give me a straight and usually accurate assessment, brutal or not. Don't get me wrong, those kinds of things help. My best friend and I have been close for quite some time, have lots in common, talk frequently, and I know he'd do anything within his power for me (provided it was important...otherwise he's a lazy undependable fucker! ). But they're not what *makes* the friendship. A good friendship is first and foremost about trust, honesty, love, and just fundamentally looking out for each other's best interests, in good times and bad. It's a lot like romantic love, just without the sexuality (usually, but the three guys I just mentioned better not be getting any ideas!!!). Yes, if it's not perfectly obvious, I'm somewhat impaired tonight. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)