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Analyze it any way you want, but this is 2 kinds of stupid. Doing it in the first place, then telling everyone about it afterwards.

He's bragging about it. "Very good riding" sure doesn't sound like remorse. He should be ashamed instead of wistful.

And yes, I have my failings, and God knows I have holes in me. Betrayal ain't one of them. And I'm sure as hell not going to brag about them on the internet.




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I relish those occasions where a holier-than-thou bible thumping type rushes to cast judgement.

To what end do you cast stones Pharmseller? Why did you choose to callout HonestJohn in judgment?

Nope but I've done 500 kts 200' below sea level but I'm guessing many have that did what we did.

Where was this? 200' below sea level!

Now THAT's funny!

IMO you win this thread contest, hands down.

For me it's judgemental parsimonious arseholes.....

I hate people that judge people for hating people for judging people.

I think that's intolerant!

I had to draw a diagram and conclude this a strawman.

Share a birthday with the original BTE.

Knew a man who shot down two Zeroes as a tail gunner in a B-24 (my 2nd grade teacher and a family friend).

Survived a lightning strike (I don't recommend it...)

(The lightning strike...not the surviving!)

Lots of us would jump right on some piece of shiet that refused to pay for work done, or welshed on a bet, or let any othe debt go unpaid.

Personally those commitments pale in comparison to my marriage vows. YMMV
And, no, I don't thump on no Bible!

I call it like I see it.



There's a difference between this...




And this...




Your tact is noted and speaks to your character.

Because I find what he did to be reprehensible. I've done things that I'm not proud of, and I regret them. I sure as heck wouldn't show off to a bunch of guys I don't know by recounting a story detailing the betrayal of my wedding vows.

Judgmental? This is social media. People post opinions. If commenting on a crappy story makes me judgmental then yeah, maybe I am. If some guy brags about gut shooting deer and leaving them lay, would you call him out? If so, you're judgmental too.





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Integrity is integrity, whether it's a promise to pay or a promise of fidelity. I fail to note the distinction.





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I'm withholding judgement until I see some pictures.

Pharmseller, to go on ad nausem about Jesus, the Scriptures, and what it means to be a good Christian/human being, then call out another in judgment is hypocritical.

Survived a train WRECK.

Not going to categorize any of these as 'things that only I've done', but here are a couple of my humble submissions:

Wrecked on a '85 GPZ 900 R doing 85+. FD and EMTs found me bent in half, backwards, under a Chrysler. I'd laid the bike down when I saw that the kids exiting the Catholic school crossing the street just after the hard left I was coming into on one knee. Hit a parked car and as the bike literally exploded into about 5 large pieces I was smashed into the vehicle I'd hit and subsequently thrown head over heels more than a hundred feet, only to smash land under the Chrysler. My mom heard the impact more than half a mile away. The rescue boys, God bless 'em, hearing my moans, found me and picked up the car, scraped me into a meat wagon and got me headed to the nearest--and luckily for me a world class-- trauma center that was less than 5 minutes away. I was clinically dead for the ride; no respiration, no pulse for several minutes. Sorry religious guys, no old bearded fella or inviting white light seen. 17 hours of surgery followed.They told my folks that if they were religious people to go ahead and call a priest. Pulverized my right lung, which was mush and had to be removed. Other lung collapsed and was kept alive via life support; suffered severe internal abdominal and thoracic injuries and more than ten bone fractures. After 4 weeks in ICU and some rehab I walked out of there. Had to return for emergency follow up abdominal surgery twice after that. I was 16 at the time.

Hang-dropped from a gable's apex on one rooftop to another rooftop four stories below evading the constabulary. Four of my cohorts refused and were taken in. Fall was between 40 and 45 feet. Not a scratch. Thank you judo rolling.

Came out essentially unscathed after getting into it with 5 Japanese Yakuza underlings, twice. Once in an insanely busy intersection in Shibuya in Tokyo at around midnight and other was on a subway platform at Roppongi station.Detained both times and taken into Tokyo main for questioning, once after four hours at the ER first, and with the help of video and my beloved Japanese wife, was turned loose after 8 and 10 hours free as a bird. Out of the ten I got down with, 4 went to the ER, three were hauled off unconscious by friends and 3 were ultimately hauled off along with yours truly and brought in looking worse than from their prior dealings with me. Not in handcuffs but trussed up with thick *rope* tied in such a way where the steps they took could only be an inch at a time, as any longer a step would tighten the rope rigged under their crotch, pinning back their arms at the biceps and they around their necks, looking like very unhappy Christmas geese.

I stabbed to death a wounded sika stag on a jagged, snow covered mountain side after my falling down the ridge and landing on top of him as he laid up, very much alive and very much upset. He horned me in the thigh just after impact and I was so afraid he was going to gore me to pieces I grabbed him in a headlock and began driving my knife into his neck. This in snowshoes, no firearm with 30 foot snow drifts on a mob-owned horse farm in Hokkaido, Japan.
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I've weathered a typhoon in a vessel 100 NM east of Honshu on our way to Miyake-Jima off the coast of Japan.

I've drank some kind of crazy bush beer with the Masai in Kenya in one of their dung and straw huts after trading an empty plastic 35mm film canister with one of the headmen. We were both happy with the trade and he promptly fitted the thing into his gaping ear lobe hole.

I've gone to war with the staff at a place on the Serengeti against a determined and dangerous troupe of baboons as they laid siege to the buffet after scaling the walls surrounding the camp. About 40 of the other guests ran like their hair was ablaze. My brother and I started giggling as we fired every piece of silverware and china we could find at their heads.

I've broken out of a holding cell and *almost* slipped away into the night by smashing the door down at the station after two straight hours of working at it.

Saved an old guy's life after watching him pitch head first down a flight of stairs and braining himself and falling into a snow bank completely out of sight of anyone else.

Caught a ~160 pound Goliath grouper by hand. Never try this, BTW. My hands were hamburgered in the process.

Caught a ~750 lb, 10.5' shortfin mako that puked up a pelican when he was being winched out of the water at the dock tail first.

My brother and I were fooling around using a large log we found floating in with the tide off of Stinson beach in Nor Cal one summer. Saw a bunch of commotion just down the beach and decided to head in, as we were getting a bit too far out. Turns out all the hullaballoo was for a fellow human bean that was attacked by a great white shark a few hundred yards away from us.

There are lots more, but that's my little submission.