Female ski racers.

it’s you, i’ve seen some strange polygons stuffed into gs suits

My obsession with ski racers started at a young age when at only 5 I was separated from my parents and ended up on the racing slope. The female ski racers took me in as their own. They taught me all the ways of turns and wearing the most tight obnoxious clothes as possible no 5 xls like those silly park skiers. I always told to never jump into ditches or I would break my skis. As I grew older I started to notice the younger ski racers where all very attractive. I tried hitting on almost all of them but none would ever go out with me. Until one day one came along. Lafawnduh was her name. She was powerful. She took turns with grace. And she never doubted her next move on the race track. We went out on many dates behind the hot dog stand on the west side of the mountain because I would never risk getting seen by my mother ski racers. But one day after dating for 3 weeks we decided we should go out to eat at the local arcade. Half way through our meal one of my mothers burst into the room and started screaming at me. We bolted out the back door and took the fastest lift to the top. But by that time all the ski racers had been alerted so they where on me as soon as i got off the lift. We pushed our way through the crowds and bolted into a glade. The racers could not follow us because they had never left the race course before. We searched for 3 days eating what we could out of acorns and melting down water with magnifying glasses. We finally found a cave. It was a nice cave so we spent a couple weeks building it up into an actual underground house. As time went by we made the necessary upgrades: a water system, a working toilet and a ski repair room just incase I jumped into any ditches. After about 3 years of living there I put together 3 forks 2 spoons and the parts from an old ski binding and I made an internet router and connected it to the powerline with paper clips. I then took a bowl and some of my own hair and made a computer with only one website. The only website I could go to was NewSchoolers.com. After looking for a good thread to tell my story on I found this one and now my story is out. If anyone wants to bring me food or water the address is 23 Chinzilla lane in west side hot dog glade at Vail Mountain.

Many, but I imagine every one of them has a rich was dad and are kinda annoying.

Titus69Many, but I imagine every one of them has a rich was dad and are kinda annoying.

I could be a gold digger

yungQI could be a gold digger

i treat women like shit

yungQI could be a gold digger

Yeah, but I'm also not rich so they'll think I'm not worthy of their daughter, but have connections to ski gear cheap soo..