Official thread of gnar

dear wannabes, you're not only kidding yourselves, you're actually punching yourselves in your own nuts (literally, figuratively? i dont know) with this completely bogus webtrash. i was recently involved in the most extreme and malevolent case of webslander ever to pour from a keyboard... at least 5 hotmail pages worth of Pain McSchlonkey shit talk, the likes of which only your mothers have seen. and unless you'd like to step your shit talking game up to the likes of squaw valley gnarschralpers like myself, daron rahlves, kent kreitler, rj gill, jeremy jones, scott gaffney and the likes... i request you please check yourselves into the nearest gay bar for a little reality check. peace out bitches,
Radgnar McManderson
 
thank you. i am no squaw local but am there enough to know what real gnar shit talking is like and this isnt it.
 
if you could see how hard i'm about to send it you wouldn't need those queer-ass glasses and maybe one of the girls in math club might take you home for some sweet awkward love.
 
I actually have a real GNAR question. How many gnar points do I get for skiing a line while talking on the phone with a pro's mom?
 
Yeah, GNAR is best played at Squaw. No, that doesn't mean you can't strip down and ski naked elsewhere... come on man. You don't need line worths to have a good time; but it's true that the real game of GNAR can only be played at Squaw

 
i personally think that you should go die in a dark hole with no light and a pissed off rhino on PCP thats hungy...you basically just said that a game that some of the best and most inspirational skiers of all time created to have fun and spread the word some fun to skiing. skiing is way to serious all whos the best whos gonna win super unknown fuck that. just go skiing and have fun. you can play anywhere. Rob says that in the movie. maybe you should watch it
 
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i thought this thread was over when you all realized how inconsequential you all are in the face of my magnificence. i can't believe you're even still trying.
 
i thought this thread was over too, but apparently your severe self esteem issues, stemming from that weird uncle that you spent an inordinate amount of time with as a kid, forced you to again try and compete with your intellectual equals- 12 year olds. i would say i cant believe you are pro, but you never were, and never will be if you continue your hot-tubing, tip crossing ways. you make scott vail look more extreme than mike wilson. go back to getting drunk off two buck chuck, passing out on the floor of the bar, and getting drawn on you lighweight, insecure, over the hill loser.
 
woh woh woh there guy... i get drunk on jaeger bombs and heinekens all night and then i pass out in the parking garage. get it straight. then when i wake up at 5 am, i stumble over and get another quickie with your mom in real quick, and i go poach the most epic closed terrain gnar possible. i'm so rad so early i can get in line for first tram for another sesh with your mom.
 
i would talk shit about your mom, but no one knows where she is. the first time she saw your little ass on skis, she was so embarassed that she left quicker than the time it takes an ON3P skier to cross his tips. The only thing you have poached recently, was an egg, and it gave you the runs, which turned out to not be too bad, as it actually made you smell better than you normally do. You know who mike wilsons hero is? me! you know who chuck norris' hero is? me! you know who my hero is? me! I got so rad the other day that Barack raised the threat level to orange, because my thunderous stomps were misconstrued for bombs being dropped.
 
touche. but what is it with you and crossing tips? do you like crossing tips? ie crossing swords, ie touching penises? its ok if you are. apparently youre cali grown and i know that runs in the blood a little down here, but keep that to yourself. no one likes evangelists of any kind, especially the gay kind, its just awkward. do you and mike wilson and chuck norris cross tips? is it like some sort of gay power rangers meets captain planet sort of thing? or are you just fantasizing. i'll give you a tip... actually i'll give it to your mom once more, not you.
 
no where have i mentioned the male genetalia, or even insinuated it. so the only way that you could have made that connection is if you had penis on the brain. And its also interesting that you bought up cartoons from your childhood with a penis reference; weird uncle again huh? but no worries, homosexuals can shred as well, just look at cody townsend... i mean come on, if that mustache isnt a blaring "i love anal, and cock" sign i dont know what is.

My drinking habits are so rad that they have now become illegal. I invented the drink called "the bro"- fill a 32oz waterbottle up with fruitpunch four Loko, then add one scoop of NO Explode, 4 shots of vodka, and the rest redbull. This recipe came to me, during a straightline of the eagles nest, and i knew that by drinking this concoction on an hourly basis, radness would radiate off me like radiation does off the fukoshima power plant. Now Mr. anderson, i wouldnt be opposed to sharing some of this extreme radness with you, but you first need to resolve those penis/uncle/power rangers issues.
 
your freudian slips are not my problem. summoning radness is also not a problem of mine. i don't need any beverage of any kind to radiate radness like the fuckin sun. my radness is incarnate.
 
This thread is amazing. Btw Caligrown I thought you were younger, good job trolling, both of you.

To the original poster, shut the fuck up, kook.
 
Better get ur snowlerblades tuned cause I wanna own you. My radness is like the big bang; huge, old school and blinding.
 
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