last winter my boarder buddies taught me a new way to fuck up joeys.
you get a buch of speed and get behind them. then you turn 90 and skitch out while getting their asses covered in pow. joeys are rich fockas from conneticut who wear fur coats and let their chillun sit in the landings of jumps.
i came over a jump last year and was surprised to see two toddlers getting their picture taken by mommy right in the landing. i don't know how, but i managed to miss the kids heads with the edges of my skis by torqing my body out, but i took a huge digger. when i got up the mom was wicked pissed. flipped the bird and went.