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To Motherhucker or whatever: I like to consider myself direct, not rude. I won't tell a stranger how much money I make doing anything. I think of the forum as a coffee shop or bar (depending on the time of day), you come in, strike up a conversation, and then ask how much money I make, I may or may not tell you. You come in, walk right up to my face and rudely ask me how much money I make I will tell you nothing. You turn around and start carping about me to my freinds, to put it in the best possible way, you're going for an ambulance ride. How gracious is it of you to barge into our pub and ask us how much money we make? Buy us a drink first. If you were a skydiver, you'd understand about cases of beer. Tell us a little about you, we loosen up, you get to pick our brains. You can pick mine with a cocktail fork. Rent some heavy equipment for the BillVon's brain. You get out what you put in. You've already gotten much more than you've given. JP

I've BOUGHT crack a bunch of times, but not for several years now.... Look for the burned brown/black enamel on the two front teeth, a brown callous near the tip of the tongue and a scar in the middle of the upper and lower lips. Yes, Pop, those are the people who will have sex with you for "seat change"

On a Sabre2 120 you've got to barely be 1:1, if that. Come on over! We'll both fling soda caps at you!

I've got a tatoo on my right bicep, inside. The artist says "You know that's one of the most painful places I could do this, right?" I'm like "yeah, yeah". She had my full attention the couple hours she was drilling on me, I tell you what! It came out great, though. Doesn't hurt at all now!

I want to do a two-stack with Bytch on a cross-country. We have the same sized canopies, and when we do rotations we can fling beer caps at each other. If she brings her G0-GO-Gadget arm, though, she'd be able to bytch slap me while we were bumping end-cells. Must devise alternate plan.......

Glad to hear you're OK.

They sell the samples the pharmaceutical companies give them?

From Holland? Isn't zat vierd? I think he's in Scotland somewhere, and with a new baby he can be expected to be posting while the little whippersnapper is puking up yogurty stuff on a towel on his shoulder at any time of the day or night.

Watching a new Mom express breastmilk with a double pneumatic pump = weird. Right NacMac?

That sounds an awful lot like a male strip club, c'mon, the girls just turned six.

Pfft! My wife would ask me to take out the trash when I was WEARING my freaking gun. "Take this out, honey" (Cliff Claven gesture to huge Glock on hip) "Whatever. Toss that in while you're out there. Now, get this out of here, it stinks...." (Slinking, heavily armed, to the side yard with a bag-o-trash) Have you given them your notice? Hire the guy! Jack Palance as your janitor! How cool!

I'm thinking about it. We might put air in the tires of the Bob Barker Price is Right tent trailer and head out. Any good day-trip stuff for the wife and kids?

I don't know, Nathan, he's overcoming age discrimination by overcompensating, but age discrimination is a toughie, even for qualified applicants. If he's really bizarre, and you have quit anyway, hire him!

Too easy BillV. A bigger crowd will show up if they are not in their suits, but ......

Hey Seb, what's driving time to Eloy for us?

There's nothing in your profile, so you'll get nothing from me. JP

How do I make that URL a hotlink?

http://www.perriscam.com/Images3/dsg22983.JPG I know that's Lori. Is that BillV on the bottom right? Good God. Will the orbiter still be up when you attempt the boob-record? Cause you will definitely be visible from orbit!

I suppose I was the neighborhood's Ty. My early lack of a grasp of physics was demonstrated when my buddy at the time, John Novak (the "Von" must be German for "smart" or something). The Von-less Novack and me found a long piece of truck-rope, which is kid for "thick rope" and I tied a knot in the end, climbed up into this huge Willow tree and John got on a board on the ground about 50 feet below me. Science. Theory: I drop off the branch, hold onto the rope, John slides across the grass on the board! Whee! I let go of the tree and see John let go of the rope. CRACK. I learn that the two bones in the left arm are the radius and the ulna, because they are both sticking out the end of my hand. John freaks out and runs home, about a mile away. I'm shocked out pretty bad and can't get up. A while later John shows up with his mom, who says "OH SHIT!" and leaves with John. I didn't know she went to call an ambulance at the nearest pay phone(Cell phones were called two-way radios back then, nobody in my neighborhood had one -over). I figure they left me there to die, which was better than telling my parents that I broke my arm being stupid. The ambulance got there a while later. (About ten years later, it seemed at the time). Anyhow, I got my first ambulance ride and my first injection of morphine. That was the summer between 6th and 7th grades I think.

The line forms right behind me. Chuck How tall are you? Can you lean over to the side a little bit and can I stand in line right behind you?

I got drunk and got a kiss pass in freefall.. Oh wait, no I didn't. I had a couple of weekends with the guys and had to confess to being hit on in a bar, and even to going into a brothel to watch out for a brother who was doing the nasty with a pro (Nevada-legal). Most of these conversations with my spouse start with "Hey, this bizarre woman thought I was cute, so you must think I'm cute, so mount me now!" I never feel guilty about these things, but I'm way open to the flattery. Affectionate kisses, hugs, etc. from friends that are a little more than platonic are all right, when you feel guilty about it, you have crossed the line. Our rule is to get divorced before you cross that line.

Freebird, clearly I don't know the whole of your story, but that little bit is consistent with wife-beater psychology. Hear me out, please. I came across many guys who beat the crap out of their wifes/girlfriends, and the women felt trapped because they didn't have access to money, credit cards, or a car. After a few years of this, they became psychologically crushed and pretty much lost the ability to be independent. Joint accounts mean sharing, not gatekeeping. I use the electronic banking stuff, too, and like last night I'll go "Uh, honey, did you get some stuff at REI on the 28th?", "Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you...." Keep enough independance that it's clear to both you and your partner that staying together is a choice made from love, not necessity. OK, I'm gonna get some work done....

Don't you always talk in the "Scotty" voice?

"The wonderful thing about tigras, a tigras a wonderful thing, her head is up in the blue sky, from a plane she's gonna spring!" This is the retard aspect of discussing things on the internet. Without eye-contact and body language we often don't really get each other's point. It's critical to never feel trapped in the relationship. I've been adamant that my wife maintain her credit cards and economic independence. If she wants to bail, she's got her own ability to do so. We could cancel the joint stuff and move right on out. It would be a disasterbut we could do it. My wife and I make about the same amount now, but I've got a significant retirement too. Last year I spent a ton of money learning to skydive and getting into video flying. Now I actually make a little money skydiving, but it will be a few years before I recover the investment. But I'm as happy as I've ever been and I stay in trim to fit in my gear. She thinks its a good deal. But I won't be saying no to her about buying stuff or going on trips in the next year. Pay the bills, save some money, spend the rest. Skydive, drink good booze, get laid! True. Oh, good-golly that's true. Narcimund! Why would the economics of a committed partnership be any different for us? I look forward to meeting you one of these days.

Stow the brakes, open the slider, undo the wings, drop the rig, get the landing shots, do the "ohmigod thats the greatest thing ever!" remarks, drop the rig with my packer, do it again.