wdbo.
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i have a story that probly won't be as funny typed as it was in real life
so me and my freind Rowan got on the lift with this big guy from ohklahoma and a lady from ireland between us. Almost imediatly this guy notices the skulls and stuff on mine and rowan's skis (seth's) he exclaimed in his thick accent "damn you got some scareh shit on them skiis, You're not some of those white athiest bastards are ya?" I didn't know quite how to respond to this highly prejudice statment so i just laughed with an expression of astonishment. As the lift ride continued he recounted his tales of young age going up to angelfire (resort relatively adjacent to Taos) all the time. His story is as follows... "Yah me 'n' muh brother we used to get up at 4:00 in tha mornin get a quart of beer and gets some damn bologna, and some bread throw that in a cooler put it in the truck, try an puta quilt over the beers in the back of the truck keep that shit from freezin, cus godamn it was cold. An we drive down to angel fire about a damn near three-hour drive. And we grab some beer and some bologna sanwiches and be the first up the lift every damn day" So by now i was trying hard not to laugh out loud i mean it was funny as hell some old hick talking about beer and bologna was quite humerous. and he goes on about angel fire... "ya i was haulin ass down that damn run at angel fire 'hells bells' and i was skiing fahst, i mean this is when i was young and still badass at skiin, when the damn binder thing broke right off the damn ski and the sonofabitch when flying off into the damn trees an i had to go hiking through the damn woods looking for my ski the only guide you had was that damn track it made, and that shit was chest deep damn that shit sucked." We continued on with normal conversation and he was drilling us swaztiker boys" with all these questions, until we got on the subject of how bad our football team was, so me and rowan said we play soccer, upon which he started dissing on soccer and claiming football to be the "greatest team sport ever" upon which his irish freind finally piped in about the Rugby team where she is from is second best in the world and we had a good argument about rugby vs. football, where i shut him down hard a couple times. When we were getting off the lift he leaves us with the delightful sentance " don't get yourselves hurt swaztiker boys"
so me and my freind Rowan got on the lift with this big guy from ohklahoma and a lady from ireland between us. Almost imediatly this guy notices the skulls and stuff on mine and rowan's skis (seth's) he exclaimed in his thick accent "damn you got some scareh shit on them skiis, You're not some of those white athiest bastards are ya?" I didn't know quite how to respond to this highly prejudice statment so i just laughed with an expression of astonishment. As the lift ride continued he recounted his tales of young age going up to angelfire (resort relatively adjacent to Taos) all the time. His story is as follows... "Yah me 'n' muh brother we used to get up at 4:00 in tha mornin get a quart of beer and gets some damn bologna, and some bread throw that in a cooler put it in the truck, try an puta quilt over the beers in the back of the truck keep that shit from freezin, cus godamn it was cold. An we drive down to angel fire about a damn near three-hour drive. And we grab some beer and some bologna sanwiches and be the first up the lift every damn day" So by now i was trying hard not to laugh out loud i mean it was funny as hell some old hick talking about beer and bologna was quite humerous. and he goes on about angel fire... "ya i was haulin ass down that damn run at angel fire 'hells bells' and i was skiing fahst, i mean this is when i was young and still badass at skiin, when the damn binder thing broke right off the damn ski and the sonofabitch when flying off into the damn trees an i had to go hiking through the damn woods looking for my ski the only guide you had was that damn track it made, and that shit was chest deep damn that shit sucked." We continued on with normal conversation and he was drilling us swaztiker boys" with all these questions, until we got on the subject of how bad our football team was, so me and rowan said we play soccer, upon which he started dissing on soccer and claiming football to be the "greatest team sport ever" upon which his irish freind finally piped in about the Rugby team where she is from is second best in the world and we had a good argument about rugby vs. football, where i shut him down hard a couple times. When we were getting off the lift he leaves us with the delightful sentance " don't get yourselves hurt swaztiker boys"