Bungee Jumping

[Grandpa]

Originally Posted by wvbreamfisherman

Interesting story about two guys that hit a modest Lotto win. They decided to quit their jobs and go down to Mexico and set up a bungee jump. So they get all their permits and set up the tower and cords and decide to try it out.

They want some publicity, so they put the word out in town to come out to see something fun.

Eventually a nice crowd gathers around, and one of the guys hooks himself upp to the cord and jumps off. he makes a nice long bounce and then a shorter one and a shorter one. Eventually, his buddy pulls him up and he's just beaten all to Hell. Bruised and bloodied all around the head and shoulders.

His buddy says "My God - what happened to you? is the cord too short?" The other guy can barely talk, but he shakes his head and whispers "No the cord is fine....but what in Hell is a Pinata?" ;-)

Hillarious

[lefties]

No Way,,no where, no how...living in Philippines is death wish enuff....hehehe

[Pathfinder1]

Originally Posted by IndianaHiker

Easy way around that. Don't look over the edge just keep walking and gravity will take care of the rest.

Hi...


"And gravity will take care of the rest"? That's what I'm afraid of...!!

[Pathfinder1]

Hi...


I have a sorta long story to tell about the original bungi jumpers on the island of Vanauato (I'm sure I spelled it wrong). But it's getting late...maybe later.

[Pathfinder1]

Hi...

Vanuatu is the home of the original bungy jumpers...who, for who knows how long...the men have an annual ritual of jumping from to the ground from a tall tree, "anchored" by vines from the top of the tree, and tied to their feet. Most of the jumpers live.

Feb. 15 is John Frumm day on this island in the tiny island nation of Vanuatu, which is north of New Zealand.

Legend has it that some day a man from America named John Frumm (John from America) will decend on the island and shower them with gifts from America, hence the John Frumm cult, which is widely celebrated.

A good friend of mine...John R. ...was flying from NZ to Vanuatu in a three-engine prop plane, when the plane started to run out of gas. No landing spot could be found, and the pilot advised passengers to get into the crash position. Everyone did...except for John...who spotted a grassy field where the pilot could crash land.

All got out safely (I have a picture of the plane and passengers on my office wall), and many locals rushed to the site to see if they could offer assistance.

When the Natives found out that one of the passengers was named John...AND came from America...the local chief declared that day a holiday, and the passengers...and especially John...were treated like royalty...!!