Gee, the powers that be at Gambling911.com came up with this brilliant idea: Send Jenny Woo to the desert, have her go up in a plane, then drop her some 20,000 feet or however high we were going. 

Here is where my conspiracy theory comes in: Drop the bitch, hope her parachute doesn't open, assuming her ****ing identity and then we don't have to pay her during these tough times for the online gambling industry.  WTF?

Well boys, I'm still alive and kicking....just barely.

I told you all I was going on a skydiving adventure in my last article and how terrified I was.  Now I have the pics to prove it and - coming soon - the video.

Anyway, for all my fans....Here I am....a little too bundled up for many of you who can't get beyond my photos and find yourselves skipping my Shakespearean pros.  Speaking of the shakes....Not only was I scared out of my wits, but it's mighty freezing that high up in the sky.

This is the one that earned me a month long vacation incidentally. 

Next week it's off to Ron Rice's Hawaiian Tropic Halloween Party to get smashed with a bunch of teenage boys courtesy of   Something tells me I might be better off dropping out of a plane.  Why do I get myself into these messes?

The guy I am trusting with my life.  Jesus!