I rest my case of boredom. Someone is looking at my post as I write. I think he’s one very nosy guy, always prying on other people’s business, particularly mine.
On the other hand, I keep thinking about ways to spend my time more wisely. Like, right now, I don’t think I’m doing that but, technically, while I spend my time writing, it’s always worth the task.
So… let’s see… I’ll talk about… SKY DIVING. Right, because that’s a good topic. And it’s essential for the survival of your brain. I’m kidding.
What is SKY DIVING?
According to a good friend of mine, it is “the sport of jumping from an airplane at a moderate altitude (as 6000 feet) and executing various body maneuvers before pulling the rip cord of a parachute”. Nice, eh?
And to make things even more interesting, I’ll show you a picture of what my good friend is trying to say:
It doesn’t have to look all that homoerotic if you wanna try it… but you can– try it, i mean.
Sky divers are usually very gutsy people. Normally, I would think that if I tried sky diving, I would end up like this:
Or maybe even this:
Actually, I don’t know what the second picture is all about. You’re gonna have to make a guess.
Anyway, my point is that I’ve always thought sky diving equals death and death equals… well… no life? That is why I never was one who’d go for extreme sports, besides the other reason which involves concerns that are monetary in nature… because those sports can be evil in a pricey way.
How’s this for random, huh?