It was a real sunny day at breck.
The crisp breeze nestled between my moustache as I continued to effortlessly overshoot and stomp every jump in park lane, switch
I see a fellow shredder Cameron Riley and decide to peel of from LSM, Bdog, Edog, Cdog, Edollo, (ToyBoy) Toyben, Max Smith, and everyone from the bunch, finess, far out, finito, and the art of flight crew to go and help cameron land his kfed. Knowing its one of the easiest tricks in the game, first i shred down to the rail and show how how its done. effortlessly, i complete the trick, which further had cameron drooling at the sight of the unbelievable steeze. unfortunately for cam when he attempted the trick, he did not contain himself, and continuead to drool upon entry. Of course due to the crisp colorado conditions, as soon as cams drool made contact with the rail, it froze, and created a sticky layer between cam's skis and the rail
It was at that moment that cam ejected with his skiis sticking perfectly to the rail and remaining in tact afterwards, as he slid down past the second kink "disaster style"on his noggin. Now, knowing the way cam actually skis, I could not tell if he had done this on purpose or by accident, at which point i congratulated him for his efforts. Well done cam. At this, he was flabbergasted. He immediately struck me in the genital region making contact with my knob, which consequently thrusted towards my nuts, which ended up taking most of the impact
At this I was outrage and called cam an "arrogant fooligan", at which he continued to ski down to the parking lot screaming, drooling and crying. Well, thank god for sweet sticky buds because I don't know what would have shut that guy up if Jean Sordan hadnt have given him a phat blunt to sooth his sorrows
It was 3am at night, and I was still majorly emotionally traumatized by the incident, so much that I decided to make the trek down to the stept residence to file a formal complaint of indecent behaviour.
I arrive at their street promptly, and skull a monster energy drink before venturing to the stept house. As I arrive, I notice Clay Dilla in his big jiberish puffer vest drinking a gallon can of Blue Ribbon with his goggles still on. This had me dumbfounded, and I instantly questioned his actions for doing such a thing at some ungodly hour. He stared at me for what seemed like eternity, and then went into the house to collect Jean and Cameron upon my request. Strangely after 8 hours of waiting outside no one had shown up, but furthermore I was snatched from reality when a bombardment of assorted TV's came parading down from the top level. After 3 had hit me in the head I decided to mention to the lads that they should be more considerate. However Jean Sordan could not hear me as his hillbilly locks covered his ears, and made no attempt to decipher just what exactly I was trying to say to him. After 5 concussions, I ended up in the ER, I have just woken up, and this nurse has come to give me my medication. It was at this point that i noticed tanner hall was sitting next to me smoking a big ol spliff... I've been here before... :o