Skiing is like sex, when its good its good, when its bad, its still good.
What is the meaning of life you may ask? Boobs, Butts, and Skiing.
You ever think about what happens when you send your skis to get mounted? Some random guy is there doing fucked up stuff to them. He's touching them and then straight up drilling them hard and keeps on screwing until he's finished. And when your skis come out, they are no longer virgins.