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Thanks Rev, saving the day one eyeball at a time I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

9 static line progression skydives, currency isssues, not learning anything, lvl 2AFF and away we went I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Glad we could be of service I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Check out the photo galleries on the home page under featured photographers, under Joe Jennings, there are a couple of pics of Greg, that will cause a shortness of breath. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Pretty good, but what odds would you give me that I am already seeing the perks of working for an airline? I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

I find them rather a bit cumbersome, they should definately look into trimming down the excess. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Looks like a good enough reason for me? I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Jraf, just glad that you had fun I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Definately a Pooh bear here. Live life with a happy go lucky attitude never really upset by much and never really letting any thing rub you wrong for long. Check out the book "The Tao of Pooh" by Dr. Benjamin Hoff, some really interestin corelations between Pooh and Taoism. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

If you need any help in geting there, I work for an ariline and would be glad to help end this madness. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

To say the least, yeah revealling. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

0:3:2 0 as of right now, but hopefully that willl change soon, 3, sorta good weekend, 2 cases, first DZ.commer jump, Rev Jim is the man and first lurk of a tandem, got to watch my best friend hurl himself out of a quasi- good airplane.

hey JRAF... what color are your fingernails today? hehehehe *runs and hides* snicker snicker snicker I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

thanks, ashol hard to tpe hns shakin and now I have to clean up the Pepsi before the little lady gets home.... I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Ahem..... Ahem.... No that I have your attention.... THIS WEEKEND RAWKED. Must give props... I met Lewmonst, RevJim and Jraf this weekend, I have to admit they are some pretty cool individuals, and Damn is Lewmonst tall. Any way the weather on Friday SUCKED thanks to the tropical storm so the beer light went on really early and the inflatable rafts got used in the lake that formed in the alternate landing area. Then the aerial flare that we thought would burn out in the air... they don't. That sums up Friday. On Saturday first load two of the local skydivers, one named Quatorze and one Named Rev Jim flew a 4 way, first jump with a DZ.commer..... BEER. The case is in the fridge for any one who wants some. Saturdays weather could not have been more beautiful, 16 loads, which should have been more except for GPS problems and pilots with 'tudes. Saturdays part with Tim Horan and the Skydive band was a blast, and yes there is film of all the debauchery, I just have to find a shop that will develope it. Crappy weather on Sunday, but we did manage to get 3 or 4 loads up, and for everyone who left early, you missed a beautiful landing by Hank. He flared right at the end of the ditch and after all the rain he chows. The splash of mud that resulted and the 15 foot belly surf down through the ditch was epically funny. I must also give some serious kudos to the Bomb Squad, the Muff Bros , the Rodrigeuz Bros, the crew that came up from Z-hills, and the contigent from Richmond, you know who you are and you guys RAWK. For all of you going to Bridge day, play safe and have fun. Thanks to all for making Harvest Moon Boogie VI the event that it was. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program

A priest and a rabbi were sitting in front of the local parish when a young boy entered the church. "Let's fuck him" said the priest to the rabbi. The rabbi looked back at the preist and asked,"Out of what?" I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

30 minutes and I am out the door... gotta get away from the job and it is "Greengrass and Hightides forever" and time to take it to the B

I thought that you would like that I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Yup, we never went to the moon, one gunman really did kill Kennedy, and Jaguar really isn't owned by Ford Motor Company. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

no I meant with the boobies, still can't translate .... does not compute.... does not compute.... I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

can I play....please I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

man, I feel you. Its those packs where everything falls into the D bag so easily and you're thinking to your self, "Oh, shit! Something had got to be wrong, that was way to easy." I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

Oh where to begin? Bottle rocket wars? uh you do mean the big assed aerial burst kind don't you. Or the string of 400 black cat firecrackers that went off in my cargo pants from the sparks from one of the little bottle rocket wars. Or the bomb we made from opening like 25000 firecrackers and packing the gunpowder into a juice bottle ( bad idea, eyebrows grow back slow.) The bright idea to light gasoline as it was pouring out of a plastic gas can so that we could pour fire. WTF? Or when we found out what aluminum foil and "The Works" toilet bowl cleaner do when mixed together, fire dept showed up for that one. The game that we played (guys and girls) where we stood like 40-50 yards apart and shot bottle rockets at each other. Oh did I tell you rule number 1? No one could dodge the fireworks. All this before I was a teenager. Better yet the time, when I was old enough to go to jail for this we climbed on top of some buildings downtown and shot bottle rockets down the street at passing cars. The police looked for us all night and never could figure out where we were. Have you seen the firework that is a mini mortar tube, that comes with the semi-professionsal aerial burst fireworks? You are supposed to only light one at a time, well I am here to tell you that you definately should. We were in the same down town and put two in right at the beginning of or tomfoolery and found out that there is no aerial burst, the projectiles jam up and all the incinderary powder blows at once...x2. It knocked three almost grown men flying, took out two cars windsheilds, set off countless more car alarms and relegated one young man to sitting on teh ground just cryining... wuss, we ran...he caught up. Or my friend who has the Civil War black powder ( this is the predeccesor to gunpwder, it is a lot more unstable than what we use today) cannn in his garage, btw the cannon's name is Satan. He was convinced to set off a blank charge with the cannon in his garage. The concussion generated by this explosion did not blow the windshield of his wifes staion wagon in... it sucked it out fowards WTF. Blew open paint cans and knocked every window out of the garage and kitchen Yeah I guess I might have almost lost an eye in there some where. But hey those are the joys of growing up in the sticks with no cable.

Shot guns are fun, but can I have the scythe, you can't unload it, and if I can find a dark bed sheet, it will make for a really cool costume. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle untitled.bmp

There was a 1958 film called "It! The Terror From Beyond Space! ". It is set in the future (1973 ) and it involved a scene where the creature is hiding in the ventilation ducts of a ship, so the first thing they do is send a guy in. When he sees the alien, he begins firing his gun at it, inside the all-metal ventilation ducts. That doesn't work so they decide to rig up a bunch of grenades all over the ducts' opening, which detonate yet don't seem to hurt the ship at all. Uh duh, don't you know that all stuff in the future is really tough. Just like the 1950's comic book "1984" siad, we would be zipping around in space with rocket backpacks having laser gun battles. Duh. I mean I just got back down from a job running off a Russkie spy from my space station yesterday. I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle