So the other day was chillin at keystone when I decided to level up to pro skill. I stood at the top of the jump eyeing my prey when none other than the man andri came up and slapped me in the face with a rubber chicken. I couldn’t believe a skier at that level could do such a thing. I then proceeded to release all my anger and go into the jump at 3 marijuanas full of speed. I then bomboozled into the air and sent the most pristine dub 820 to man before my skis ejaculated onto the ground. As lay their in triumph I felt an immense pain in my scrotum. That is when I then realized it was bleeding profusely. Even my friend phil laft. The mole squad had rejected me. After an absurd crying I went home and ate waffles.