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Well, let's hear it. Do you think S&TA's should never waive BSRs, rarely waive BSRs, or frequently waive BSRs? And why? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

It's NASCAR. I have too many teeth and too few "double relatives" to be a fan. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

We have coaches (non method-specific) who take later level students, and we have four method-specific ratings that can used on a first jump. The ratings are static line (S/L), instructor assisted deployment (IAD), accelerated freefall (AFF), and tandem. Hopefully their names make the type of progression fairly obvious, except possibly IAD which is just like S/L except the deployment device for the first 5ish jumps is a throw-out pilot chute that the instructor holds onto/tosses instead of a static line anchored to the airplane. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

err...I mean four "I's". Just wondering how many people are getting and maintaining multiple ratings. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Need a tent buddy? With a girl?! Why...whatever would people think? Edit to add: Hey, I forgot to ask...is that an onion in your butt or are you just happy to see me? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Vern's moved off to Utah now, but I was also lucky enough to develop some rudimentary CRW skills from him, Ken, and BJ Alexander. Not a bad set of coaches. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I sometimes sit on my hand till it falls asleep, so I can imagine it's someone else's. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Will your program make my pencil glow when the date is coming up?

What is the weather like in Georgia in March? Camp-able? Is tenting allowed at the airport? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Dammit. This week I worked out every day, ate relatively low-cal lunches, had nothing but salads (homemade without fatty "goodies" or dressing) for dinner, and cut my alcohol intake almost in half. Today, I weigh exactly what I did 2 weeks ago...I'm stuck on 203. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

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

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

What else would you expect? He's French! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Agreed. And once he starts humping your leg, you have to kick like crazy to make him stop! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Sshhhh! Given GOP control of Congress and the White House, the only threats we should be talking about with regard to unborn children are drugs and abortions. Pollution is the gay uncle Larry whose very name shouldn't even come up at family gatherings. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Hundreds of times...at least. What was your answer? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

First, Bush said something intelligent And then the House passed a reasonable class action lawsuit reform bill. Will wonders never cease?

Pretty much. A woman can turn something that has nothing to do with her into something to do with her with that incessant "What's wrong?" business. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

The same way as the rest of us. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

It seems like I've heard many times over the years that one of the underlying tenets of our system includes a prohibition of double taxation. Have I simply heard wrong? Nothing jumps to mind as far as where I'd find such provisions in any official documents, so perhaps I've just been misinformed. But if not, can anyone explain the dance our governments go through to justify federal income tax, state income tax, state sales tax, federal excise taxes, etc? How can federal taxes on gasoline sales not be double taxation when the money being used to pay them has already been pared by federal income taxes? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Sometimes the obvious answer is the best one. If possible, landing perpendicular to the slope is preferred. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Nope. It just has to meet the same requirements as student gear. I've had a student use his own gear on his very first jump. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I didn't expect to be raising a glass for anyone Friday night, and am sad that I had to. Josh was a really good guy; smart, funny, and kind. The posts people are making in this thread are a small testament of what kind of man he was. He'll be missed. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

So there's this guy, Bob, who's a real nice guy, but has been plagued with constant gas his whole life. As you can imagine, he leads a pretty lonely existence well into young adulthood. But then a miracle happens...he meets this woman, Jenny, who can actually tolerate it. She gets past his farts and realizes what a wonderful man he is, and they fall in love. After several months, Jenny decides it's time for Bob to meet her family. Bob is very nervous about the prospect, as he wants to make a good impression and is afraid her parents just won't be as accepting of his problem as Jenny is. So, he doesn't eat anything for a full 24 hours beforehand, and buys new clothes that don't carry the odor of years of farts. The evening of the dinner, they show up at mom & dad's a little early. Jenny disappears into the kitchen to help mom with the preparations, and Bob stays in the living room with Jenny's dad and younger brother, watching football. Bob feels pretty good, with no particular urge to fart. Eventually, they sit down at the dinner table for their salads. At this point, Bob can feel something building a bit, but it's totally controllable. Unfortunately for him though, it keeps building, and by the time the main course is served, he's REALLY got to fart. Still, he's really embarassed about the whole thing, and doesn't want to excuse himself to the bathroom right in the middle of dinner. Suddenly, a small little girl fart escapes, and Jenny's mom looks down at him and says "spot." Bob wonders "What? Is this some odd family tradition to say 'spot' when someone farts?" But then he realizes the family dog is sitting under his chair...."Sweet!" he thinks, "She blamed it on the dog!" So he lets another one, this time a decent man fart...and of course Jenny's mom looks down the table toward him and says, "Spot!" Well, Bob figures just one more and he'll be set for the rest of the evening (or at least dinner), and flat out rips one...we're talking huge, loud, and disgusting. Mom looks down at him and says, with some urgency in her voice, "SPOT! Get over here before he shits on you!" Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I LOVE tshirthell.com! Subscribe to their mailer...they'll inform you when the have a new design, but no other spam. Some of the ones they make don't last long (the "autistic kids rock" one from a couple weeks ago comes to mind), and most are funny as hell. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)