I was always a little disturbed Rob, but you guys made me worse.
ah oh, in such cases,
#1- the board Doc (Tote) will see you when He's in.
$2- For now, bury your head in the sand for a day or 2,
#3- then ya' gotta' learn ebonics from Ricky 4 Teams,
#4- Ya' gotta' eat 100 lbs of Cheetos, without barfing, in one sitting; you will have to visit 59 to find that much Cheetos,
#5- Drink at least 3 gallons of 59's pool Kool Aide, at the same time ya' eat the Cheetos, (again without barfing)
#6- Ya'll have to learn how to wave Pom Pom's, when the Yanx get their asses kicked, and swear there is nothing wrong with Trashman, and Hank, and defend them in their moments of ignorance, applaud CC with his 4 IP 88mph fastball-bullshit; A-Roid when he K's, and say: "Brett Gahdnuh is the world's best OF'r"........and- those #20+ Million $$$ salaries are justified.....
#7- there is no one to help ya' thru #6 btw-
all I can do for ya' is teach ya' to free-fall until ya' reach terminal velocity, and dare ya' to join us, by a great but sometimes fatal dare: "Who can be the last to hit the rip cord, open yer chute, at around 1,000 feet, or closer, without splatting". But then ya'll need a surgeon to repair your shoulders thereafter, (due to waiting til ya' hit terminal velocity, while the chutes shoot ya' back up in the air; and your boots hit the ground a second latter).....which will bring ya' right back to #1....
However- I've retired after jump #10,000, which resulted in tearing my ankle apart, .....foot now in a cast, ...
damn it-I knew the last jump could be the last jump.....there's a taboo about setting up a "last jump"....and I know why, 1st hand...
I think with Ipecac.....
