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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8151)	2/25/1998 2:38:00 PM
From: username	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

too old, too fat and not near rich enough copy that. I got one more as long as we're on the subject, and I just remembered it and LOL. 1978. I'm livin' on the North Shore of Oahu. A buddy scores some diving gear and we tool up to the North Shore Dive Shack to get the tanks filled, since you are supposed to have a license and neither of us has a wallet. Get the tanks filled and go out by Waiamea (2-3 foot seas, calm day). My buddy is a newbie and he's down about 30 feet and signals to go up. We get up and he's all bitchy about his weight belt being too heavy, yap yap. I'm on my air, so I get off it to wait for his whiny ass to get his weight belt fixed. 3 foot seas. tuna sandwich for lunch. I don't feel so good. OK, he's decided that his choices are drop one weight forever or live with weighing 3 pounds instead of zero...go with the former. We go back down, lookin' at moray eels and lobsters and all kinds of cool stuff, we're down about 60 feet...I gotta puke. (This is one of those things that happens that you don't know what really happened until the next day when you say, "man, I can't believe that happened). Without "thinking about it" I hold my breath, take out my respirator, puke, clear my respirator and put it back in. My buddy is lookin' at me real big eyed like "What the F** was that that just occurred there??"* Right away about 300 fish come for lunch. I was OK, but now I'm startin' to choke because I'm trying not to laugh! We made it back and to this day, every time I talk to him, he brings it up and we laugh. I've led a pretty charmed life. missing teeth and two broken arms. Next installments-o'-fun: jumping out of an airplane, driving over a railraod crossing in a blizzard in the mountains in Colorado at night by myself (with 1 inch visiblility, no gas and no chains), almost falling off the Pali cliffs in Hawaii, driving a car with a VERY large motor while under the influence of something that should not be taken while walking, getting falsely arrested and jailed in Aspen for "robbing a cheesecake truck", and going to the top of Crested Butte (it's straight friggin' down) with a "pal" so he could show me how to put skis on and "learn to ski".