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From the time I was about ten until, well shit, probably still now, I had a crush on a friend of mine. She's engaged now. Her loss, she'll never know what she missed! cavete terrae.

No sweat, I'll check my ex girlfriend's panties. cavete terrae.

Sounds dangerous. Tell me more cavete terrae.

Dad wants to rent a party room at the country club, I'm sure that'd go over GREAT there I'm thinking maybe renting out a gokart track or something childish like that, just for shits & giggles. I had intended to blow off graduation and just go jump, but I don't think my family would approve cavete terrae.

I've got nothin', let's hear it from you! cavete terrae.

Because post-exercise sheen + glow is fucking hot on a lot of chicks (I'm not being sarcastic) That, and let's be serious... college women cannot shower and get ready in 5 minutes. cavete terrae.

See? I was right about being wrong and missing something obvious I guess you just have to hope your cables are the right length cavete terrae.

She totally could. Tell her hi! (P.S., ask her what size those Tube Stoes she gave me were, I wanna get more of 'em ) cavete terrae.

Busboy Cart Wrangler (Our snide term for the people at grocery stores who had to go get the carts from the carpark) Waiter Paintball referee Mac salesman Video game tester AV coordinator for a semi-pro hockey team AV coordinator for a pro basketball team Lab admin for Microsoft Trendy clothing store salesguy Sporting goods store salesguy Fastest pizza delivery guy ever (Got pulled over at 105 in a 75 once. Cop let me go because he saw the pizza case on the passenger seat ) Lifeguard & swim instructor Pool manager (current) Graduation in under 2 months! cavete terrae.

I knwo this "shouldn't" be an issue with properly-sized cutaway cables, but I'd be a little worried about the possibility of one riser having been cut away and the other staying, especially if one was RSL-side... I'd think that you'd want to have your hand on that handle ready to finish the cutaway, just in case. of course, I'm not even a 100 jump wonder yet, so I'm probably missing something really obvious about this cavete terrae.

I'll let ya know once I do one, when it warms up a bit. brrr.... I have a feeling I'll enjoy feeling like a special forces guy cavete terrae.

You might be surprised. My Infinity with a Fusion 210/Smart 220 fits easily on all the planes I've flown on. Hell, I got it in the overhead of a CRJ. cavete terrae.

I've considered it for a total of perhaps fifteeen minutes in my life. I doubt I'd ever get one. Not only do I not like them, my family would freaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk out. cavete terrae.

Given how poor the MKIVs were for reliability, I'd wait a while to see how these things turn out. cavete terrae.

I used to have such a clean mouth, I dunno what happened. I blame internet forums. cavete terrae.

One of the guys at my DZ was taking me up on one of my mid-altitude static line jumps. I was going out solo, but he was just gonna do a clear & pull after me to play with his canopy, so he just had jeans and a tshirt on. Well, someone else decided to go, so they went up top.... but his mobile phone was in his jeans pocket. It fell out, and not only did he FIND it, it STILL WORKED cavete terrae.

zomg happy birfday! cavete terrae.

10am - 10:30am Legal Briefing 10:30am - noon Review of FJC noon - 1pm Lunch 1pm - 1:45pm Gear review and packing demo 1:45pm - 2:30pm Demo procedures and Pro Rating Written Exam 2:30pm - 3:00pm First Aid 3:00pm - 5:00pm First jump course procedures for Coach Candidates The last one reminds me, I've gotta order my SIM and IRM cavete terrae.

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0306061billy1.html?link=eaf My new favourite judge! cavete terrae.

I heard her case against the people who stole it was dismissed. Judge said she didn't have a leg to stand on. cavete terrae.

Menage a freefall cavete terrae.

I don't have any great sibling revenge stories, but here's a pretty extreme one involving my dad... When I was about seventeen, my dad and I had this puerile game of jumping out of random places and screaming, presumably to see if we could induce a heart attack in the other. One day, as I left the bathroom early in the morning, tired and bleary-eyed, he jumped out of a linen closet, and I very nearly shit myself, and simultaneously solved the problem of being tired. I vowed revenge, and I knew it must be served cold. A few weeks later, I had an epiphany. Dad's bathroom, upon entry, is scarcely more than a metre wide, but then opens up. The ceiling, however, was about four metres, with a standard 2.x metre door. As someone who did a fair bit of rock climbing back then, I knew I could easily get up there and hold that position for quite some time. I climbed up there shortly after dad got home from work that night, and I laid in wait, like a trapdoor spider from hell. Dad, not suspecting treachery in the neutral ground of the bathroom, walked in and prepared himself for action. I waited, barely containing a preemptive laugh, until I heard his piss hitting the water. Then I dropped from above and screamed at the top of my lungs. My father is a man of... amusing reflexes, and that day was not one to disappoint. As he screamed like a schoolgirl being chased by a maniacal ice cream vendor, he spun (thankfully away from me), spraying urine all over the bathroom. A glorious side effect of this was the floor rapidly losing its status as a high-traction surface, and he slipped, tumbling into a puddle of his own urine, and there he lay, laughing hysterically and whimpering at the same time. My sense of self preservation kicking in, I did the only logical thing: I ran into my room, barely able to breathe from laughing, tears of mirth streaming from my cheecks, and then I locked the door, and collapsed on my bed. The next day, after returning from the chiro, dad solemnly called a truce, because the chiro said he had strained his back during the incident, and was not allowed to be shocked in such a manner for several weeks. Victory was mine. Oh yes... victory was mine. To this day, he still looks up upon entering a bathroom if he doesn't know exactly where I am. cavete terrae.

Fear of rejection and inability to make a move! cavete terrae.

Yeah, I've been in negotiations with The Louvre.... cavete terrae.

That was how it was done when I did S/L in the 1990's, too. and me, in 2004/2005 Had a chest mount altimeter, but I couldn't see the damned thing because of the way the rig fit. First piece of gear I bought was a hand mount Altimaster Galaxy after my 7th or 8th jump. cavete terrae.