It’s that time of year again. Time to break out the old retro windbreakers, strait skis, and of course the vipes. I cant think of many things I would rather do than rip around all day in 40 degree weather, skiing some fuckin corn and smokin marijuana cigritts. Days like these you’ll find you don’t even do that much skiing. You end up doin more smoking in the woods and drinkin beers at the base gettin the viper tan going. And by the end of the day you’ll find you are physically incapable of skiing because you’ve had 15 beers and done a shitload of trail blazing.
Speaking of Spring skiing and trailblazing. We are three weeks away from Reggae Fest at Sugarloaf. Noted as the most fuckery per capita of all time. My plans for Reggae are to drink 20 beers, smoke a whole bunch of weed, maybe take some shrooms, and wreak absolute havoc on the valley. All the boys from the valley are coming back to get absolutely dickered for 72 hours strait. Last year I saw a whole bunch of tittys, even more dicks, and then a dude strip down to his gstring and then go huck a one of the loosest backflips i’ve ever seen. Cant wait to see what sort of fuckery goes on this year.
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