Alienangel

Spectre: Why are you posting this xenophobic shit on a thread about fat bastards? You might have an axe to grind but this thread is read by all sorts of people. I thought you were right-wing but didn't realise you would be so shameless as to air your hang-ups in public like this. The internet is used by people of all races, colors and creeds. Cultural imperialism is redundant on the web so get over it. AA

LOL...ok, fair cop. Very funny...I guess I just won't read the other stuff then...but how will I know if Nimbus has written something good like this that I'm missing out on? Oh well. Don't take me too seriously, it's hot, I'm stuck in an office and I'm bitchin'. I'm really a fluffy bunny on the inside...you just have to get past the evil psycho testoterone-riddled asshole first . AA ps - Ben - you may have a point - are you single?

LMFAO!! That's the best thing I've ever read on this forum. I assume you've chosen the name Duck as this is what you'll be doing when the shit hits the fan? AA (Btw, where the fuck is Deland?)

I wouldn't read it, except that it seems like every other post is some story about the 'special magic of the sky'. I get drawn in by the title and then...wham! Another little essay in the style of Mills and Boon. Too much guys. Glad to hear you have those Low-pull contents too though. We restrict ours to at least AFF level 3....teaches discipline huh? AA

Sorry, perhaps I should've been more explicit in my post. I meant, how did it happen? Injuries are always devastating and I'm really sorry for Sin - if we know how it happened we can learn from it. Sorry if I missed something but the post above just says he 'had a bit of an accident' and implies he didn't flare - was this due to turbulence over trees/ distractions from several jumpers under canopy/ small landing area/ late turn or what? My friend had the same injury, 7 pins and 2 plates, and there are numerous possible factors that contributed, ie the canopy was quite fast, the winds were high etc. If it was just a late flare my apologies. Hope you heal quickly. Take plenty of glucosamine sulphate / vit c / aloe vera juice and if you can get it, horsetail tincture, that shit works. AA

oh no. Not another one.

Nimbus - I'd be happy to ply you with alcohol and drugs.... Who knows what might happen? AA

Guys. Could everyone please stop posting little 13 year-old style essays about their experience of skydiving. I can't tell you how sick I am of hearing about 'the wickle fwuffy cwouds' and the 'embwace of the sky'. This is a SKYDIVING forum. Skydiving is an extreme sport and not the place for woofters and pansies. Please stop this nauseating, saccharine-sweet spew permeating our forum. This is not directed at anyone in particular and not intended to be taken personally. However if you want to try out your creative talents, please join an evening class or visit rec.cheesycreativewriting where your efforts may be appreciated fully. Would you get away with this on a real DZ? I think not. Please bear that in mind before you subject us to it. AA

I've been thinking the same thing meself for a while. Fat fuckers should pay. Not only are we subsidising them while they stuff their faces with greasy burgers at the DZ, they are also fucking unpleasant to look at. Especially on a hot day. Sweaty, smelly lard-buckets. Either go on a diet or cough up, fat bastards. AA

Oh dear. What a bummer. What happened?

WHAT THE FUCK ARE AGGIES? For the record I have 3 pieces of metal through my dick and balls and the chicks love it. Mebbe it's just what I do with it though. Whatever. AA

This morning, as I arrive at the dropzone, the air is crisp, clear and sparkling like a diamond retrieved from the dark recesses of jewel smuggler’s ass….But I don’t notice that, because I drank 12 double vodkas and Redbull last night and I feel like I’m about to create my very own mini-dropzone of puke right here in front of the Otter…. My breath leaves my mouth in tiny puffs of foul smelling green gas. Others smile at first, then turn away as they see from my reddened eyes and staggering walk that I am not just afraid: I’m doomed. I want to run to the john to puke, and I fantasise about building my own mud-hut emergency toilet near the plane. Just in case. But just like jumping, the only thing that’s stopping me is myself. If I jump out of a plane, if I snort two lines of Charlie, if I drop a pill or I decide to have sex with my neighbor’s wife, I am stepping into the unknown. Drinking, sleezy living and taking illegal drugs is like a crystallisation of making my dreams into reality. It signifies what I want my life to be. I've just begun to realise my problems with being too afraid to do low toggle turns and hop n pops from 1200 feet represent my problems with and fears of taking control of my life and myself. I've started thinking, "Well, what's so scary? You get totally smashed on Friday night, you screw some local floozy, you sleep 2 hours, you go up in a plane. You jump out the door. You try and restrain the trickle of vomit exiting your mouth..You still have people holding onto you at this point….but not for long… You wait till you pass through 1,500 feet….1,000, 750……YEE-HAH!!! This is what SKYDIVING IS ALL ABOUT! You throw your hacky. You feel like hurling again. You dream in the sky…where the fuck is the dropzone? You touch the essence of cloud….oh shit….you knew you shouldn’t have been jumping in weather like this….Fuck. Bird, seed-spore and air…and a thin trail of vomit from your crusty lips. You need a drink of infinity…or at least, another vodka…. and gaze in wonder. You should be dead….HEHEH….You take yourself back down to the earth and get grounded immediately for being such a dangerous prick…but you DON’T GIVE A SHIT! I know, of course, that it's a serious pursuit, and every single day I wish I could find it in myself to skydive sober, drink less, do less drugs, and mebbe even try and get laid by a woman without scabs and sores…. Good luck and lots of happiness to everyone here and I hope you all have great jumps this weekend (especially you, Michele!) AA

Squashing that budderfly…. This morning, as I arrive at the dropzone, the air is crisp, clear and sparkling like a diamond retrieved from the dark recesses of jewel smuggler’s ass….But I don’t notice that, because I drank 12 double vodkas and Redbull last night and I feel like I’m about to create my very own mini-dropzone of puke right here in front of the Otter…. My breath leaves my mouth in tiny puffs of foul smelling green gas. Others smile at first, then turn away as they see from my reddened eyes and staggering walk that I am not just afraid: I’m doomed. I want to run to the john to puke, and I fantasise about building my own mud-hut emergency toilet near the plane. Just in case. But just like jumping, the only thing that’s stopping me is myself. If I jump out of a plane, if I snort two lines of Charlie, if I drop a pill or I decide to have sex with my neighbor’s wife, I am stepping into the unknown. Drinking, sleezy living and taking illegal drugs is like a crystallisation of making my dreams into reality. It signifies what I want my life to be. I've just begun to realise my problems with being too afraid to do low toggle turns and hop n pops from 1200 feet represent my problems with and fears of taking control of my life and myself. I've started thinking, "Well, what's so scary? You get totally smashed on Friday night, you screw some local floozy, you sleep 2 hours, you go up in a plane. You jump out the door. You try and restrain the trickle of vomit exiting your mouth..You still have people holding onto you at this point….but not for long… You wait till you pass through 1,500 feet….1,000, 750……YEE-HAH!!! This is what SKYDIVING IS ALL ABOUT! You throw your hacky. You feel like hurling again. You dream in the sky…where the fuck is the dropzone? You touch the essence of cloud….oh shit….you knew you shouldn’t have been jumping in weather like this….Fuck. Bird, seed-spore and air…and a thin trail of vomit from your crusty lips. You need a drink of infinity…or at least, another vodka…. and gaze in wonder. You should be dead….HEHEH….You take yourself back down to the earth and get grounded immediately for being such a dangerous prick…but you DON’T GIVE A SHIT! I know, of course, that it's a serious pursuit, and every single day I wish I could find it in myself to skydive sober, drink less, do less drugs, and mebbe even try and get laid by a woman without scabs and sores…. Good luck and lots of happiness to everyone here and I hope you all have great jumps this weekend (especially you, Michele!) AA

Like a...fairy????

more cheese, penguin?

ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!

Hey guys, just wanted to say Hi, I've been hanging around hear for a while and picking up some useful tips n stuff... Just got into this sport a while ago and don't have that much experience yet, but I just totally love it! AA