rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone-mobb deep
"You put on your boots, click into your bindings,
dust the snow off your skis, and head out for the chair, and it doesn't matter that you failed a test, didn't get the girl, or that your life is on a one way trip down the shitter,
your world is right for the next couple of hours."
At least I know ive been reading the names with the right pronunciation this whole time.
poles are like the condoms that you took from your dads wallet when you were a little kid, at first you really didnt know what to do with them or why you had to use them... but you wanted them. as you got older and older you started to want them/it less and less... they feel akward and sometimes out of place...
but when its all said and done at the end of the day... your happy to have them/it.