Well, you see, when two skis love each other very mu- oh wait, that's to young skis.
Old skis get turned into chairs, coffee tables, some get sold, but all eventually end up in someone's garage. There they wait, until centuries later, somebody discovers them, long after all the snow is gone, and gazes in wonder at what they might be. Then they throw 'em out.
What the fuck were you doing?! One looks like a failed abortion and the other like something from chicken run. [ski-plastic]
I said I got the flu from eating tacos at lunch. [onlyskierndak...]
dumont is so hood right now. Nothing says hood like being bankrupt [C-Burg]