Base Jumpers Launch Themselves Off A Building In Dubai And My Palms Couldn't Be Sweatier

You know what’s nice? Cameras are getting so good that we can pretty much live vicariously through these guys who are jumping off a really tall building and risking their lives.  I felt like I was there.  My palms can attest.  They’re sweaty AF.  I mean they’re always kinda sweaty, because that’s just they way I am (read: fat), but they’re REALLY sweaty right now.  There are two instances where I question if I’m even part of the same species as other humans.  First, super duper hot chicks. Look at Candice Swanpoel or Nina Agdal or Abigail Ratchford and try to convince yourself that you’re made out of the same DNA makeup.  It’s almost impossible.  I look like a gargoyle and you’re telling me I’m the same species as them?  Doubtful.  The second instance is watching these Red Bull, adrenaline junkie mother fuckers toss themselves off tall buildings.  No way no how am I a descendent of whatever animal they are.  Do they realize that they could die?  Seems like a stupid question but I don’t think they do.  Feels like they treat life like a video game and are just like, “Meh. No big deal. It’ll probably work out.  If not, whatever.”   I just have a problem with knowing if my parachute malfunctions ONCE I go splat and am wiped off the planet for eternity.  These guys look too busy doing somersaults off a ramp to even give a damn.