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When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor

SMART KIDS WHO SMOKE WEED.....
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While trying not to look down...I'm making my dreams come true and calculating the risks all the time now.

This is about Dave,Planes, and making the GRADES...engineer

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Jersey...Boi

Blogs I follow:

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    me, right now. 

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The Five Largest Helicopters Ever Flown

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    The Five Largest Helicopters Ever Flown

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Find the Guys for Your Team
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We’re on Instagram!
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Aircraft for Sale - King Air 350
Phase 1 & 2: 11/08/13, RVSM Equipped #bizav #new2market
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    LMAOOO HAHAHA

    this was the greatest joke I have ever heard

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That Reminds Me
by Ogden Nash
Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace, And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than an       heiress, It is a summer evening at its most superb, And the moonlight reminds you that To Love is an active verb. And your hand clasps hers, which rests there without shrinking, And after a silence fraught with romance you ask her what she is       thinking, And she starts and returns from the moon-washed distances to the       shadowy veranda, And says, Oh I was wondering how many bamboo shoots a day it       takes to feed a baby Giant Panda. Or you stand with her on a hilltop and gaze on a winter sunset, And everything is as starkly beautiful as a page from Sigrid Undset, And your arm goes round her waist and you make an avowal       which for masterfully marshaled emotional content might have       been a page of Ouida’s or Thackeray’s, And after a silence fraught with romance she says, I forgot to or-       der the limes for the Daiquiris. Or in a twilight drawing room you have just asked the most mo-       mentous of questions, And after a silence fraught with romance she says, I think this       little table would look better where that little table is, but       then where would that little table go, have you any sugges-       tions? And that’s the way they go around hitting below our belts; It isn’t that nothing is sacred to them, it’s just that at the Sacred       Moment they are always thinking of something else.
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"That Reminds Me" by Ogden Nash, from The Best of Ogden Nash. © Ivan R. Dee, 2007. 
Drawing by Tina Berning.

    paperispoetry:

    That Reminds Me

    by Ogden Nash

    Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace,
    And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than an
          heiress,
    It is a summer evening at its most superb,
    And the moonlight reminds you that To Love is an active verb.
    And your hand clasps hers, which rests there without shrinking,
    And after a silence fraught with romance you ask her what she is
          thinking,
    And she starts and returns from the moon-washed distances to the
          shadowy veranda,
    And says, Oh I was wondering how many bamboo shoots a day it
          takes to feed a baby Giant Panda.
    Or you stand with her on a hilltop and gaze on a winter sunset,
    And everything is as starkly beautiful as a page from Sigrid Undset,
    And your arm goes round her waist and you make an avowal
          which for masterfully marshaled emotional content might have
          been a page of Ouida’s or Thackeray’s,
    And after a silence fraught with romance she says, I forgot to or-
          der the limes for the Daiquiris.
    Or in a twilight drawing room you have just asked the most mo-
          mentous of questions,
    And after a silence fraught with romance she says, I think this
          little table would look better where that little table is, but
          then where would that little table go, have you any sugges-
          tions?
    And that’s the way they go around hitting below our belts;
    It isn’t that nothing is sacred to them, it’s just that at the Sacred
          Moment they are always thinking of something else.

    "That Reminds Me" by Ogden Nash, from The Best of Ogden Nash. © Ivan R. Dee, 2007. 

    Drawing by Tina Berning.

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    "Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man"

    It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts,
    That all sin is divided into two parts.
    One kind of sin is called a sin of commission, and that is very important,
    And it is what you are doing when you are doing something you ortant,
    And the other kind of sin is just the opposite and is called a sin of omission
        and is equally bad in the eyes of all right-thinking people, from
        Billy Sunday to Buddha,
    And it consists of not having done something you shuddha.
    I might as well give you my opinion of these two kinds of sin as long as,
        in a way, against each other we are pitting them,
    And that is, don’t bother your head about the sins of commission because
        however sinful, they must at least be fun or else you wouldn’t be
        committing them.
    It is the sin of omission, the second kind of sin,
    That lays eggs under your skin.
    The way you really get painfully bitten
    Is by the insurance you haven’t taken out and the checks you haven’t added up
        the stubs of and the appointments you haven’t kept and the bills you
        haven’t paid and the letters you haven’t written.
    Also, about sins of omission there is one particularly painful lack of beauty,
    Namely, it isn’t as though it had been a riotous red-letter day or night every
        time you neglected to do your duty;
    You didn’t get a wicked forbidden thrill
    Every time you let a policy lapse or forget to pay a bill;
    You didn’t slap the lads in the tavern on the back and loudly cry Whee,
    Let’s all fail to write just one more letter before we go home, and this round
        of unwritten letters is on me.
    No, you never get any fun
    Out of things you haven’t done,
    But they are the things that I do not like to be amid,
    Because the suitable things you didn’t do give you a lot more trouble than the
        unsuitable things you did.
    The moral is that it is probably better not to sin at all, but if some kind of
        sin you must be pursuing,
    Well, remember to do it by doing rather than by not doing.

    Happy 112th birthday, Ogden Nash.

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Lake Louise - Banff National Park - Alberta - Canada (von Bill Gracey)

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    Lake Louise - Banff National Park - Alberta - Canada (von Bill Gracey)

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