so there I was, on top of the headwaters, bulletproof windfuck ribbons of mank lay skied out between the endless feilds of scree.....The kite flying was descent as the steady north wind which perpetualy blows the snow to West Yellowstone provided perfect lift for my extreme kite which I have named Lone Onion. Quickly on my way to becoming the first skier from Lone Peak to ever be sponsored, allbeit for kite flying but that is beside the point. when, I'd be damned if Butt onion and his partner Dick potatoe didn't go cruising by me in what looked to be an all new all terrain pig cruiser snowmopigbile complete with light bar and shotgun mount, on their way to the other side of cold springs, the pig fuck sellout fun police in full force looking for rulebreakers or Bridger skiers one upping the locs. Otherwise known as people not smart enough to hav moved to Jackson. But shit, B Onion had his left hand on the wheel and his right hand down officer D potato's pants and the fucking donuts flew off the dashboard smeering jelly all over Butt o's goggles and the damn pigmobile went carreening down rock springs and blew up a condo complex so we had to cancel the exteme comp n shit but we can still take reservations for the facial at the spa just like at Vail eh?. What is my point? I don't fucking know.?@!?!#?!
