pissing off people who deserve to be on the slopes by ruining all powder and cutting them off right in front of jumps just so you can wipeout a 180 while yelling at your friend to "keep rolling" b/c that was a "gnarly bail," then hiking back up the hill so you can sit on your ass for 20 min waiting for 40 other douchebags and then attempting to push yourself up and gain speed by hopping up & down like a dumbass all so that you can go halfway up a jump before pussying out and "carving" to go off the side, but STILL reaching your arm back just enough so you can shout "Brah, tell me you got that gnarly tail grab" as you fall face-first into the ice, then complain about the nasty conditions and how they are scratching up your $6,000 piece of wood (C'MON!) that your rich dad bought you and complain while hiking back up to repeat it all again until you slide down to the base lodge to disturb the family atmosphere there enough that you are asked to leave, so you call your dad and he gets the entire kitchen staff fired so I can't even get a burger and decide to just cut my losses and go home and I walk outside to find my new skis in a river, and I try to rescue them but get stuck, catch pneumonia, and spend my whole 6 hr, cramped car ride home coughing while you laugh back to your slope-side mansion and play 4 hrs of CoD online against 8yo’s, whom you taunt until they cry to their mommies and develop inferiority complexes, on your 80” TV before doing it all again the next day-ing
Danny Bonaduce: "hey, I'm going snowboarding"
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