As of now, I officially reserve the right to not use asterisks instead of showing a full fowl-mouthed word. There goes that asterisk. Right in the fucking trash. Here's footage from David Blaine's "Dive Of Death" stunt that he performed Wednesday night. FAIL.
He's apparently unhappy with it. Shit, I couldn't care less about it and I was unhappy.
AP - "Blaine said his grand finale of diving from a platform 44 feet to the ground while attached to a harness didn't go according to plan. He was supposed to jump and, at 10 feet, be swept away by a bunch of helium-filled balloons.
Instead, he dangled awkwardly for a moment before disappearing in an ascent into the night sky.
Blaine said ABC, which aired the event in a two-hour special called "David Blaine: Dive of Death," had encouraged him not to dive because of high winds.
"I wasn't going to let everybody down, so I just jumped, and somehow the guys with the balloons made it work, and they pulled me slowly up and I went over into the park and they pulled me down," he said.
Blaine added: "I know that it didn't work right when all my friends called up and said, `Wait, what happened? I'm confused.'""
Again. F A I L.
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