'My steez requires a doorag. From a fashion standpoint, the doorag helps to bring out the lighter tones in my ski clothes. I rep the fresh Oakley softgoods with darker tones. A splash of white and red off the hip brings balance to an ensemble that might otherwise get lost in the trees when I am busting huge air. This technique is also seen in New York, where street ballers rock the doorag to make sure photographers don't lose them int he chain link fence when they're throwing down the nasty shit on their weak-ass friends.
And the doorag isn't just some random rag I pulled out of the sock drawer, either. It is my comp bib from the 2002 US Open. That was the comp where I served notice to the skiing world that Dumont Domination was at hand.
Finally, after years of skiing with the doorag, it has become an essential tool. My rotations and tweaks are like nothing the ski world has ever seen, and they require a unique kind of counterweight... helps me slow my rotations and provides precious ounces off my spinning axis that help me contort in ways other skiers only dream of. So, laugh at the doorag is you must. I won't be able to hear you over the screaming crowd proclaiming my greatness.'
= little rich american fag boi
lol lol lol lol though he is a sick skier or jibber I doubt he could ski big mountain to save his life though
'I been pimpin since been pimpin since been pimpin.
