wildblue

Well damn, there's your problem. Drop about 250 pounds off there and it might go somewhere! I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Right there with ya! I was out one time, with a very limited understanding of craps. Stood next to a guy who's pile of chips kept growing, and basically did what he did (and learned what I was doing) ... paid for the better part of my PC-110 that way I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Funny how history repeats itself. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

look in the skydiver database HH has been kind enough to put on this site. And stop replying to your own spam to bump it up. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

jeezus... is this guy going straight for pooh-bah? 10 threads on the page started by him... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Don't deny it, remember, I have pictures! (and we all know, if it's on video, it happened) I think that would classify as your 21.4th birthday I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Oh, and the fact that you can hear me laughing my ass off on the tailgate (on the video) didn't tip you off? And that shoulder tackle could use some work, it was a little weak. BTW - Since we're talking about ages, we should ask Phree how old he is now, since we had a birthday party for him at Friday's this past weekend I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

To "ungeekify" this for speedy: Take some paper, put a dot at the top and bottom. Instead of going along the paper for 11 inches to get from "A" to "B", fold the paper in half, and now you only need to go 1/64 inch. Now who's dumb? Huh Jess?! Oh wait... sorry... wrong thread... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

... and Jabba the Hut would have one helluva fall rate! Boba Fett would have to be a vidiot - he's just got too many gadgets on that suit. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Not even God knows what you mean.... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

It'd be funny to see his big ears pinned to the side of his head. Han Solo would be a skygod Chewie would make a great tandem master Vader is already setup for RW, with that full-face helmet I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

No kidding! They could be making up all sorts of stuff! Like their name, or where they live, or what they do for a living. There's crazies out there, I'm tellin ya! Phree - if they turn out to be a belly flyer, all you have to do is breath real deep (like vader) and talk them into joining the dark side. But you have to watch it, it could come back to haunt you... they might throw a shoulder into you one day to tackle you out of the plane, then pull an unexpected rodeo or something on you. I'll bet Yoda could freefly like a muthaf@#ker! I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

ah, I see.. the analogy in that light makes much more sense. "Oh, baby, knock me in the head" just didn't seem right. I love the way you look at me I love the way you smack my ass I love when you knock me in the head Next big hit right there... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

... gonads and said "weeeeeee!" I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Is that what you kids are calling it these days? "Knocking you in the head"? Just doesn't roll off the tongue like some others... I guess "harder" and "faster" could still apply though. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

The 10ft increments thing isn't that big of a deal, there's not a lot of time that you'd use it. My digitude stays pretty accurate, even close to the ground. Of course, when you're getting that low, your eyeballs should be telling you how high you are anyway. Check out AC's website http://www.altitudeconcepts.com They have Imac-ish red, green, blue, and smoke. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Now that's good! Kris - too much time one you hands... waaayyyy too much time. Jess - Ok look, Chewbacca is a wookie. He lives on Endor with 2 foot tall ewoks. Now what would a 8 foot tall wookie be doing living with 2 foot tall ewoks? It doesn't make sense! Why am I talkin about Chewbacca? I don't know. Chewbacca is completely irrelevant to this case. It doesn't make sense! Why we even havin an argument? If Chewbacca make no sense, you must acquit. Now I'd like to play some jazz trumpet for you all. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

.. "what the hell.. if it didn't kill that skreamer guy, we should be ok!" Now the crazy line-burn man's plan was going perfectly. Soon these too innocent agents would be destroyed! The only person who could save them was ... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

... dimly lit strip-club named "Sangiro's Synergy" As they stepped inside they saw a freaky woman with whips and chains beating the life out of young looking man. His skreams got louder until... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Ya know, that could be arranged.... Ok, I have some time to kill before I get to go home, so I'll continue with this frivolous battle of wits with you. If you'd like, I could check my brain at the door and we could play even. My my... don't we have a high image of ourselves? Instantly assuming that your breasts would be of some interest to me. And I would expect no less from you - talking about people behind their backs - obviously of weak moral fiber. Probably stemming from some deep sexual frustration. These aggessive tendancies could also come about because of this... maybe you should go back to your cyber affair with skreamer, it could help. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

A perfect example. Obviously out-gunned in the IQ department (which evidently didn't take much) the female retreats with cries of "I don't want to waste my time with you" and resorting to name-calling. Next will be the "well I have boobs and you don't!" diversionary tactic, followed by the pity-gathering exercise - possibly taking place with a group of other females in a nearby restroom. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

... Chuck Blue, aka SkymonkeyONE. The agents didn't get much from him, he was surrounded by women at the bar, drunk off his ass, and rambling on about Alabama, "Cobalts", and "Stupid f@#king people with cameras standing next to the blade" They figured the guy with the camera he was speaking of might be able to help with the investigation (and might be sober), so they headed off to... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Now this isn't really a fair fight. I mean, come on, all women do is shop and argue! You've got a huge advantage here! Besides the fact that I refuse to get into an argument with someone of significantly lower intellect than I, I posses a "Y" chromosome which means I'm not as good at arguing. "Why?" you ask? Simple - the "Y" chromosome carries with it sane logic. Now, I could argue in circles all day long (much like a female) if I used "Female Logic (tm)" Example: Male "Why isn't dinner ready?" Female "We don't have any food" Male "Why didn't you go to the store?" Female "Because I was too busy getting ready to make dinner" Because she is using Female Logic (tm) the male cannot possibly win this argument. No matter what he says, it will be his fault that dinner is not ready. To make matters worse, when the male in this example orders pizza to satisfy his hunger after a long day of work, he will no doubt receive shit from the female for not getting the type of pizza she wanted. Example: Female "Why did you get mushrooms on here?" Male "Because I wanted mushrooms" Female "Don't you care what I want? Don't you care about my needs?!" (sob sob) Male "Uhh.. I asked what you wanted and you said you didn't care" Female (sob sob) "You don't love me anymore! And we never cuddle like we used to!" (sob sob) Again, the male cannot win this argument. The female has played the ever devastating "Water Works Card" If he tried to argue, he will be accused of being an insensitive jerk. If he doesn't argue, he is yet again in the wrong. Therefore, I shall respectively decline your invitation to an argument. I would, however, enjoy seeing another female take up your challenge. Although I doubt it would happen, because females know the universe very well may collapse on itself should two separate instances of Female Logic (tm) be used in the same argument. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

Latest Darwin Award Nominee [Orlando Sentinel] Based on a bet by the other members of his threesome, Everett Sanchez tried to wash his own "balls" in a ball washer at the local golf course. Proving once again that beer and testosterone are a bad mix, Sanchez managed to straddle the ball washer and dangle his scrotum in the machine. Much to his dismay, one of his buddies upped the ante by spinning the crank on the machine with Sanchez's scrotum in place, thus wedging them solidly in the mechanism. Sanchez, who immediately passed his threshold of pain, collapsed and tumbled from his perch. Unfortunately for Sanchez, the height of the ball washer was more than a foot higher off the ground than his testicles are in a normal stance, and the scrotum was the weakest link. Sanchez's scrotum was ripped open during the fall, and one testicle was plucked from him forever and remained in the ball washer, while the other testicle was compressed and flattened as it was pulled between the housing of the washer, and the rotating machinery inside. To add insult to injury, Sanchez broke a new $300 driver that he had just purchased from the pro shop, and was using to balance himself. Sanchez was rushed to the hospital for surgery, and the remaining two were asked to leave the course. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag

co-ed naked night tandem base jumps. Everything was going perfectly, until pictures surfaced on... I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag