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Yeah, in the US I speak it correctly. In the UK, chicks dig my accent. After hanging out with Ben for a week, I say "bollocks" and "sodding" a lot. I get "nackered" at night after getting "pissed". Great fun . And Skymama has a stronger accent that Iwan does.

Don't have to. I know Freemasonry intimately, and know first hand what a crock of sh*t it was, in my experience. Secrets cannot be kept by more than three people unless two of them are dead.

And I'll be the only one in the car that speaks English correctly! Bwahahaha!

I read it, I thought it was interesting and fairly well researched. But pure fiction nonetheless.

Actually it seemed like an awful idea. I was just listening to my girls sing "farmer in the dell" and thought how truly awful it could be if it was really, really drunken people reading the lyrics with one eye covered so they could focus. I kinda like the little box that goes "moo" when you turn it over lots more.

I am a master at house modification. I was laid up with a leg injury for a few months and watched every episode Norm Abram ever taped. That's the tip of the iceberg. I've got hot and cold water out my front garden hose so my hands don't get all freezy washing my truck in the winter. Yes, it's a gas fireplace. It's just been rewired for more power.

The nose trauma would be a good reason for the mask, but I bet clearing that airway was a challenge. The main concern for most first responders regarding the mask is the coolio little valve in it that keeps the "patient's" puke from getting in your mouth. Internal injuries and some spinal traumas can cause projectile vomiting. Very hard, convusive yards and yards away kind of vomiting. If you're not wearing a mask, you are going to catch whatever communicable diseases the victim has (probably other than HIV. Hepatitis and TB are highly communicable). Plus it can be kind of icky kissing a guy.

If enough people confirm, they'll get the Super Otter. I'm at my Real Estate exam test cram session all weekend, no no for me. I'll be out next Sunday. Freaking Ben! You only skydive at the Solstice and the Equinox these days, and I have to miss it! Bah.

SkymonkeyONE's helmet is the pimpest one I have seen. Great flame-job.

On January 19, 1995 me and my partner were walking down Broadway and a 4 door Chevy Blazer crashed into a light pole right in front of us. We both kind of laughed, cause we both really enjoyed the weird things that happen in police work, and it was like "here we go again". So we jog up to the car expecting to find a drunk, and what we find is a dead woman. She's still in her seat belt, but she has the congested purplish look of someone who has died of a massive heart attack. Usually people who die like this are found in bathrooms. Folks get to feeling really bad, and the place to sit down and rest is the bathroom, so folks go sit down to catch their breath a little bit, and they die. But dead people can't drive, in my experience, so this lady had to have been breathing just moments ago. So we pull her out of the car, call for EMS, and lay her down on the sidewalk. I ask Dennis "you got your mask?" "No, uh, you?" "Nope, I'll do compressions" "OK" and I went about breaking all the womans ribs with gusto. You see, you aren't getting really good compressions if you aren't breaking ribs. After about a minute and a half, you start getting really tired. After three, you really start to worry if you are going to be able to keep it up, and you really want to hear some sirens. At five, you feel like you've been running a marathon and the fire guys show up. They hook this nice dead lady up to the EKG and she's flatline. "Clear" (foom!) (those portable people-zappers sound a lot like a big camera flash recycling) Nada. "Clear" (foom!) a pulse. The lady then projectile vomits and starts coughing. The paramedics congratulate you on breaking the ribs, cause that's what you gotta do to keep the blood moving. That makes you feel better, cause breaking them was very unpleasant. I was surprised that a lot of firemen have never saved a life using CPR. You have to be right on top of somebody when they collapse for it to work. Anyhow, the lady recovered without any brain damage and it's the only commendation I've kept from PO-leese career. That's how I know the date, cause that's the only one on the wall. So learn it, refresh yourself on it, and don't be bashful about the compressions.

http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=671781;search_string=digital%20battleship;#671781 That's mine. There are some other nice examples in that thread.

I'm looking for music for the upcoming DZ.Holiday Boogie '02 video. I can't seem to listen to the samples on your site. Please E-mail me a soundfile.

June 10, 1981. (*) (*) (*) (*)(insert last name here). In a way and a manner that I will share with my daughters when the time comes. The first time should not be anything to be ashamed of. Or any other time.

I'm really tempted to bring my daughter's 7th birthday present to Eloy this Holiday Boogie. It's a CD Karaoke machine, and is only really excellent fun when totally bombed. We'll be totally bombed a lot, so it could be a lot of fun. I'm thinking the hangar TV for a donation, Bets, what do you think? God. Sunshine ampified and with music. Video. Gotta get video.

Rev, why didn't you get an LT? You could get a stroboframe mount on there and then fair it with fiberglass, that's be my solution if you insist on staying with the top, instead of the left-top. JP

Yeah, OK. You come in that morning (like you don't have a key to everything at SDA) and kiss me on the neck and then I'll take every order you give me. It'll be like 9:00 AM before I realize you're not Corinne. On weekends the twins are not allowed in the Master Bedroom until after 8:00 AM. Gotta have rules.

Done and done babay! We'll need some Kahlua and brandy for those late night Keoke coffees. Any chance you can hook a brother up with a mini-fridge in my room? I have this half-and-half I have to keep fresh for making a Cafe Breve every morning.

You're right, Timmeh!, but now that I have the jump numbers I figured it makes sense to get the rating. The SIM does "suggest" a rating and 500 skydives or some such for video flyers with tandems. I'll have three years this April, and I'll have the rating and the jumps to start bugging Connie to train me to share my dread of freefall with tandem students.

You know what? I've changed my mind. I'm bringing a couple of bottles of good Irish Whiskey, which is what I drink. One Jameson's (Protestant pond water) One Murphy's (Elixer of the gods) One very old cask of Uisge Baugh I've been waiting on an occasion to crack open. That's the one for our balloon jump, Katie-Jo. Tullamore Dew. HA!

You'll be watching that porch hard once those girls of yours are old enough to go out with boys. Only difference I suspect is that you will be waiting with a gun Oh, dude, that's just wrong. I'm watching the porch like I'm getting a secret decoder ring, and you are reminding me I'm just 9 years from interrupting some doofus from talking my girls out of making a grave mistake. Actually, the poor doofus will be making the mistake... I'll be SF3 proficient for Eloy. I've got 8 GTi jumps thanks to Mad John, one with the video. I can't wait for my custom "superman" suit.

Bah. I'm saying the same thing now, but I'll be a liar when I see the free beer. They ran out of Amber Bock the second night. We got yelled at a lot for bringing the free beer into the bent prop. 'Member? That poor waitress. "Here's ten dollars, go worry about something else". I'm bringing a couple of bottles of premium tequila, cause that's what Skymonkeys run on, so I've been told. Epic, baby, epic. Bring it! Check it! Whatever.

Kim tells me my suit will be here next week. I haven't been watching the porch this hard since I ordered my first damn rig.

Please, LT-wan, I would be honored!

Get 200 RW jumps with people who are good. In that process you should learn all the exits, front, rear float, diving. Once you are good at that, then you might think about a camera suit and a camera. It depends on whether you want to be a camera flier or a guy who flies around with a camera on his head.

NORCAL!