“I give it a 10. A 10. A fucking 10.”
That’s what a group of skiers were saying after they realized I wasn’t dead. As it turns out, Megan was one of the on-lookers. I work with Megan. I won’t hear the end of it. Ever.
Today re-crystalized, set in stone, and wrote in the stars that I blow up the hardest, for the least reason, of anyone.
3 comments:
Did you bounce off a tree? Hopefully it was softwood. Come on man, give some details!
I have a fond memory of a snow beard created in front of a bunch of girls from England, or was it Australia?
Listen SV. You can talk trash when you actually come out here and ski. But, if you must know, there was no tree involved. I wasn't even showing off for the gf, or anyone else for that matter. I wasn't even drunk (but that will change vis a vis today's post.)
Oh that wasn't talking trash.
And if you weren't drunk, that's your own damn fault.
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