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I was in japan with my fam in august yrs ago and hit it off with this 5’10 athletic bodied gorgeous british girl who had just finished law school in london and was taking a break vacationing by herself. My dad talked a bunch of game about me to her before i met her because we were on seperate gondolas up this mountain so by the time i met her she was already sold on me.

anyways we spent like a week sleeping together and she was constantly naked when we were alone and wanted me to be naked too. It was kind of fun but i think i prefer having at least a pair of boxers on. But she said the same thing as alot of you guys are saying about how you feel more natural sleeping naked.

different strokes i guess.

anyways i miss that girl.
 
I saw Andy Parry at a grocery store in Park City yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Diorgano pizzas in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the boxes and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each box and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.

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TOP TEN THINGS THAT CAN ANNOY SKIERS! (You have to be a skir to understand) ????????

10. When you just finished skiing ⛷⛷⛷ and your have to carry you’re skis up the stairs?️‍♀️?️‍♀️ ????

9. When you re’ on the skilift ?? and it stops ???? and yoouourroure like ???? me wen that hapons

8. Minorities???

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Heh this reminds me of my first time. I got skiing lessons and I was speeding down the bunny hill trying to stop. The I structor kept yelling "PIZZA PIZZA" but I was panicking too much to concentrate. I ended up colliding with some little kid. I was fine, but my knee slammed into the kid's head, resulting in a major concussion. Blood was everywhere. Then the boys dad, a tall, husky fellow started yelling at me saying that I killed his son so he pulled his ski mask off and I was face to face with the father of the child I just killed. Black, slightly fraying hair. A receding hairline indicated he was going naked soon. Thick eyebrows, complimented with a goatee resembling General Zod. He proceeded to breathe fire on my face until it was nothing but a skull covered in burned, charred flesh. But miraculously, I survived. I decided to get back at the father by impaling him with one of my ski poles. The pole went through his abdomen, probably punctured his intestines. He would die a slow, painful, septic death as the bacteria in his colon would destroy the rest of his internal organs, but then he just laughed and caked me, and I quote "a foolish young boy who has much to learn." Figuring hat further conflict was pointless, I decided to runaway from the ski lodge and move to New Mexico where a fellow with a pseudonym named "Heisenberg" taught me how to cook crystal meth since his partner Jesse left him. I'm not a meth user in the slightest, but the drug empire was exciting and taught me things about life that I never understood. I had to leave eventually because good ol' Heisenberg kept complaining to be about how his wife "fucked Ted" and I got tired of it. Using the skills I learned about the criminal underworld, I went on a mission to Somalia to take down those evil pirates. Unfortunately, my boat crashed into some rocks and I sunk to the bottom of the sea where I discovered the lost kingdom of Atlantis. I met King Triton where he called me a "strange fellow" but taught me how to breathe underwater. I navigated my way back to the US through the Atlantic ocean. arriving in the beach shores of Florida, I met an individual know. As Negan who knocked me unconscious with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire which he affectionately referred to as "Lucille." I woke up tied to a chair in some abandoned warehouse. Negan stood in front of me with Lucille, claiming he was going to "best the holy fucking fuckedy fuck" out of me unless he told me where Rick Grimes was. I told him they were headed to Washington DC to find a cure to the virus that turned people into flesh eating zombies. He let me go, but not without a swing to the back of one of my knees for good luck. Limping on one leg, I made my way to the nearest home depot to buy some supplies needed to construct a prosthetic leg. I was just standing in the parking lot eating a bowl of ramen to satisfy my hunger, enjoying this fine fall weather. A bead of sweat glazed my brow as I was not dressed for the occasion in a black waffle shirt and jeans. In the distance I heard a baby crying. Motherless. Poor dear. But suddenly I saw a green figure coming towards me. Foolishly thinking it was a man in need of help I approached. But as it came nearer I distinguished that it was not a man, but a rather tall tree in a plastic pot. It made haste towards me and I stumbled over myself changing directions. I ran back towards the safety of the pavement but it had gained too quickly. With its wispy branch it grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, chanting some sort of inaudible chant. Next thing I knew the plastic pot had connected with my scrotum. There was no pain, just sorrow, grief, and a heave that resembled an inebriate after one too many beers. I collapsed to the ground. The world went grey. There was a ringing that resembled a flash bang grenade. And now i'm working an office job for a box company under a manager by the name of Randy Nations who laughs at my dreams of participating in a walkabout in the Australian outback.

**This post was edited on Oct 21st 2020 at 2:41:30pm
 
14186472:larilinesign said:
Heh this reminds me of my first time. I got skiing lessons and I was speeding down the bunny hill trying to stop. The I structor kept yelling "PIZZA PIZZA" but I was panicking too much to concentrate. I ended up colliding with some little kid. I was fine, but my knee slammed into the kid's head, resulting in a major concussion. Blood was everywhere. Then the boys dad, a tall, husky fellow started yelling at me saying that I killed his son so he pulled his ski mask off and I was face to face with the father of the child I just killed. Black, slightly fraying hair. A receding hairline indicated he was going naked soon. Thick eyebrows, complimented with a goatee resembling General Zod. He proceeded to breathe fire on my face until it was nothing but a skull covered in burned, charred flesh. But miraculously, I survived. I decided to get back at the father by impaling him with one of my ski poles. The pole went through his abdomen, probably punctured his intestines. He would die a slow, painful, septic death as the bacteria in his colon would destroy the rest of his internal organs, but then he just laughed and caked me, and I quote "a foolish young boy who has much to learn." Figuring hat further conflict was pointless, I decided to runaway from the ski lodge and move to New Mexico where a fellow with a pseudonym named "Heisenberg" taught me how to cook crystal meth since his partner Jesse left him. I'm not a meth user in the slightest, but the drug empire was exciting and taught me things about life that I never understood. I had to leave eventually because good ol' Heisenberg kept complaining to be about how his wife "fucked Ted" and I got tired of it. Using the skills I learned about the criminal underworld, I went on a mission to Somalia to take down those evil pirates. Unfortunately, my boat crashed into some rocks and I sunk to the bottom of the sea where I discovered the lost kingdom of Atlantis. I met King Triton where he called me a "strange fellow" but taught me how to breathe underwater. I navigated my way back to the US through the Atlantic ocean. arriving in the beach shores of Florida, I met an individual know. As Negan who knocked me unconscious with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire which he affectionately referred to as "Lucille." I woke up tied to a chair in some abandoned warehouse. Negan stood in front of me with Lucille, claiming he was going to "best the holy fucking fuckedy fuck" out of me unless he told me where Rick Grimes was. I told him they were headed to Washington DC to find a cure to the virus that turned people into flesh eating zombies. He let me go, but not without a swing to the back of one of my knees for good luck. Limping on one leg, I made my way to the nearest home depot to buy some supplies needed to construct a prosthetic leg. I was just standing in the parking lot eating a bowl of ramen to satisfy my hunger, enjoying this fine fall weather. A bead of sweat glazed my brow as I was not dressed for the occasion in a black waffle shirt and jeans. In the distance I heard a baby crying. Motherless. Poor dear. But suddenly I saw a green figure coming towards me. Foolishly thinking it was a man in need of help I approached. But as it came nearer I distinguished that it was not a man, but a rather tall tree in a plastic pot. It made haste towards me and I stumbled over myself changing directions. I ran back towards the safety of the pavement but it had gained too quickly. With its wispy branch it grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, chanting some sort of inaudible chant. Next thing I knew the plastic pot had connected with my scrotum. There was no pain, just sorrow, grief, and a heave that resembled an inebriate after one too many beers. I collapsed to the ground. The world went grey. There was a ringing that resembled a flash bang grenade. And now i'm working an office job for a box company under a manager by the name of Randy Nations who laughs at my dreams of participating in a walkabout in the Australian outback.

**This post was edited on Oct 21st 2020 at 2:41:30pm
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holy shit
 
14186472:larilinesign said:
Heh this reminds me of my first time. I got skiing lessons and I was speeding down the bunny hill trying to stop. The I structor kept yelling "PIZZA PIZZA" but I was panicking too much to concentrate. I ended up colliding with some little kid. I was fine, but my knee slammed into the kid's head, resulting in a major concussion. Blood was everywhere. Then the boys dad, a tall, husky fellow started yelling at me saying that I killed his son so he pulled his ski mask off and I was face to face with the father of the child I just killed. Black, slightly fraying hair. A receding hairline indicated he was going naked soon. Thick eyebrows, complimented with a goatee resembling General Zod. He proceeded to breathe fire on my face until it was nothing but a skull covered in burned, charred flesh. But miraculously, I survived. I decided to get back at the father by impaling him with one of my ski poles. The pole went through his abdomen, probably punctured his intestines. He would die a slow, painful, septic death as the bacteria in his colon would destroy the rest of his internal organs, but then he just laughed and caked me, and I quote "a foolish young boy who has much to learn." Figuring hat further conflict was pointless, I decided to runaway from the ski lodge and move to New Mexico where a fellow with a pseudonym named "Heisenberg" taught me how to cook crystal meth since his partner Jesse left him. I'm not a meth user in the slightest, but the drug empire was exciting and taught me things about life that I never understood. I had to leave eventually because good ol' Heisenberg kept complaining to be about how his wife "fucked Ted" and I got tired of it. Using the skills I learned about the criminal underworld, I went on a mission to Somalia to take down those evil pirates. Unfortunately, my boat crashed into some rocks and I sunk to the bottom of the sea where I discovered the lost kingdom of Atlantis. I met King Triton where he called me a "strange fellow" but taught me how to breathe underwater. I navigated my way back to the US through the Atlantic ocean. arriving in the beach shores of Florida, I met an individual know. As Negan who knocked me unconscious with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire which he affectionately referred to as "Lucille." I woke up tied to a chair in some abandoned warehouse. Negan stood in front of me with Lucille, claiming he was going to "best the holy fucking fuckedy fuck" out of me unless he told me where Rick Grimes was. I told him they were headed to Washington DC to find a cure to the virus that turned people into flesh eating zombies. He let me go, but not without a swing to the back of one of my knees for good luck. Limping on one leg, I made my way to the nearest home depot to buy some supplies needed to construct a prosthetic leg. I was just standing in the parking lot eating a bowl of ramen to satisfy my hunger, enjoying this fine fall weather. A bead of sweat glazed my brow as I was not dressed for the occasion in a black waffle shirt and jeans. In the distance I heard a baby crying. Motherless. Poor dear. But suddenly I saw a green figure coming towards me. Foolishly thinking it was a man in need of help I approached. But as it came nearer I distinguished that it was not a man, but a rather tall tree in a plastic pot. It made haste towards me and I stumbled over myself changing directions. I ran back towards the safety of the pavement but it had gained too quickly. With its wispy branch it grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, chanting some sort of inaudible chant. Next thing I knew the plastic pot had connected with my scrotum. There was no pain, just sorrow, grief, and a heave that resembled an inebriate after one too many beers. I collapsed to the ground. The world went grey. There was a ringing that resembled a flash bang grenade. And now i'm working an office job for a box company under a manager by the name of Randy Nations who laughs at my dreams of participating in a walkabout in the Australian outback.

**This post was edited on Oct 21st 2020 at 2:41:30pm
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Absolute gold
 
Hey queen I saw your post on NSG about how men who can't dub are trash and I just wanted to let you know I agree. Although I myself can't dub (I know Ugh) I am on your side. "One of the hood ones" as some may say. BTW I didn't notice how fat your boobies are till now but they're awesome.
 
hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that)) It's really rare to see girls skiing haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really hit the park sometime its a really cool experience with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun xxx
 
I’m messaging this to everyone... Knowledge is Power!!

Hello, I have sent this to the Sheriffs, State Patrol and Police Stations, plus FBI, CIA and Homeland Security

I am being Gang Stalked by the Ski Resorts and Snow Industry. I am born and raised Marysville, Wa. I was voted MOST ATHLETIC at MPHS, Class of 2001. I live in Marysville.

I have a couple brands called UrbanVixen Clothing, Mountain Junkie, & Team JoyRide USA. I built an RV, 11 years ago & stayed up in the RV lot at Stevens Pass by myself & the employees & surrounding snow industry treated me horribly. I just knew I was being harassed & treated in a terrible way. Now I know its called gang stalking. I kept building my brands & myself up as an athlete. Im a female in a male dominated industry. My Character Athlete is Miss UrbanVixen. The Stevens Pass Ski Resort, Mt Baker Ski Area, Mission Ridge, Snoqualmie, Crystal Mountain & Whistler / Blackcomb have all gang stalked me over the past 11+ years.

On Dec. 18th, 2008, Opening Day, I fell 30' off the Hogsback chairlift. It was the corporations fault, the chair went to an abrupt stop and I fell off. I was not hurt. I thought it was just an accident so I didn't sue & then I built the RV & put decals all over it for advertising like a billboard on wheels & Ive been harassed by these people ever since. It has gotten worse & now I know they have been doing Electronic Harassment on me and torturing me the entire time & "V2K" Voice to Skull. I have told the corporation that I am being gang stalked & they continue to harass me & in 2016 they clipped my pass for no reason & now this year I came back & they harassed me again giving me a "No Trespassing Warning" & are trying to say that I am 86'd from Stevens Pass & all Vail Resorts in the world. Vail just bought Stevens Pass in 2018. I have done nothing to anyone.

I've always been nice & professional even tho all these employees/community/ industry have treated me in the worst ways. again I was voted MOST ATHLETIC from MARYSVILLE PILCHUCK & have always been a STAR ATHLETE. These people need to be investigated & imprisoned.

The more I succeed the worse it gets & starting on Jan. 29th, 2019 they started Voice to Skulling Me, ‪24/7‬, super loud at decibels I cannot explain & they have not stopped. They have been trying to to ruin my life/reputation. I have also experienced being gang stalked in Marysville as well in the past couple years. I found out what gang stalking is on Nov. 22nd, 2018. On Dec. 7th, 2018 they threw a bloody rag on my driveway.

They said they are going to get every ski resort to ban me. I have also been told there is 800+ people in on gang stalking me. This is not going to stop on its own. I need help. I think because I was researching all these people online myself to try to figure out what is going on and I found out a lot of stuff about the snow industry that will incriminate these people.

The snow industry is super dirty all the way down to California and even over to the East Coast... They are using this technology to build up their brands while shaming mine & trying to run me out of the industry. Ski Patrollers are also involved and EMT's & those are the people that have access to all this technology & thats who I met first when I fell off the chairlift. They are trying to mess with my Biological Body, by affecting my Autonomic Nervous System. Its called Synthetic Biology, It’s Electronic Biological Warfare on my ParaSympathetic Nervous System & Sympathetic Nervous System. Breathing, Heart Rate... Etc...

Ive been by myself pretty much the whole time because they gang stalk anyone that comes into my life, for the past 11+ years. They are trying to create CPTSD. Its not working ?

It's a form of HUMAN TRAFFICKING & they try to bring assholes into my life but I wont put up with that so that part never worked & they could never human traffic me so instead they just decided to try to destroy my life.

The Snow Industry is a Gang, & Stevens Pass is a Cult & I think they do this to almost all the locals because they wouldn't have been able to do what they have done to me unless a very large percentage of the area/community is involved. They COMMUNITY POLICE because their are no police stations between Sultan and Wenatchee. I wouldn't let them run me out and now its 11+ years later and its just getting worse.

I have built my brands myself from the ground up. My Mountain Junkie Instagram has over 100K followers & my UrbanVixen Clothing & Miss UrbanVixen Character Athlete IG's have over 50K followers & my Julie Norsby IG has over 70K followers... I think this just pissed them off even more because I am succeeding more than all these gang stalkers in the industry and I am ONE of THEE BEST CARVERS in the COUNTRY!!

I know a lot about the industry and about gang stalking, V2K, the Human Body and Electronic/ Biological Warfare. I just need this V2K and Biological/Electronic Harassment to stop.

Please forward this to everyone U know that may be able to help.

Thank you!!
 
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