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It was a bitter cold afternoon, the year was 2012, the sun was beginning to set on our mountain. You know? typical day eh? Skierjohn and the clan were out ripping some bangers just owning shit you know, when none other than the Skierjohn himself biffled around what would be known to this day as...

Last time I went urban skiing I fell off the rail early and came to with an immense pain in my scrotum. Is urban skiing a risk to producing a future generation of skiers? How can I ensure safety to my scrotal region as I keep taking shots to the nuts. I need to make sure I spread my gene pool to...

It was a mild day. Wanting to get outdoors I decided to go mushroom hunting at my favorite location Grizzly Gulch. As I was finishing up picking my legal limit. I came upon it. None other than the real Chad's gap itself had gleamed in the wind. I couldn't believe it. I was baffled that the...

So it was a typical day, cloudy and rainy, rain rain go away if u know what im saying eh? I decided to make use of this fine day by watching copius amounts of my favorite demonstrations of sty on skis. As i browsed through the youtube [my favorite platform] I came across the education of style a...

I'm getting tired of doing dank shuffles all day and my rail broke. What is the percentage chance that I bamboozle around cork on my summer setup. I have a mild incline and lots of lube to achieve maximum air time? !?

It was a relatively mild day at work. Slow business, no wine to serve ya know? After a dayof sitting around watching my dub 9's from a sunny day at breck (landed obviously), I decided to check out my favorite internet content. As I logged onto newschoolers And read the superunknown thread, I...

It was a windy October day, the year was 2007, we trekked over the rail. As it glimmered in the clouds of Grand Rapids, none other than the skierjohn himself built up what to this day would be known as the most pristine lip of all time. As he glided over the quad kink in steeze fashion it was...

It was a bright sunny day as me and the crew hiked up the burg for a day of shredding (hill closed a month ago.) as we approached the melting 10 foot money booter one of my boys propelled into the air at absurd velocities and whipped out the bunkest looking cork 7 known to man. No grab no style...

So the other day was chillin at keystone when I decided to level up to pro skill. I stood at the top of the jump eyeing my prey when none other than the man andri came up and slapped me in the face with a rubber chicken. I couldn’t believe a skier at that level could do such a thing. I then...