I jumped off a bridge.
After falling forty meters, I felt a sudden, spreading sensation of wetness.
Fortunately, it turned out that my hand had briefly dipped below the surface of the river.
Because I thought it was something else, and I hadn’t brought a change of underwear.
I would have needed new underwear but then again, I wouldn’t jump off a perfectly good bridge.
That should be good practice for when the Bay Bridg…
nevermind.
you knew you were going bungee jumping and you didn’t bring a change of undies? please return your boyscout merit badges at once. this blatant lack of preparation must not go overlooked.
tsk tsk.
Mr. Adventure
Meters? You’re letting the terrorists win, dammit!
I’m confused. You felt wetness when your hand went underwater and that made you wonder if you needed more underware? Dude - where do you wear your gloves?
Every time I read your posts I laugh out loud. You’re funny… or maybe I just really like to laugh.
That reminds me. You were totally supposed to take me jumping out of planes. I need to come back to California.
The jumping part is very cool. I think that’s one of the fears I will never try to face.
I’m too much of an American to be bothered with converting meters to feet.
Go metres! And the decimal system in general, of course
I’m defnitely pro-decimal.
And thank your lucky star (or how the expression goes) that it was only your hand that was submerged - imagine that delicate skull hitting a byswimming fish. I’ve heard they’re gigantic in NZ, so you could very well have been killed :-o
I am impressed!
and by all means, metres it is…
WOW! You’re my hero. I sooo wish you had photos to share!
dan, that comment made me laugh more than the post. you rock.