East Coast Roll Call 6.0 Get Your Stoke On!

[vt_ski]

Holy fuck.
I thought we had broken the whiney, bitchy thread of the past.
Obviously, we all need snow right now. SO - Everyone take a DEEP breath. And remind yourselves: It's just the fucking Internet.
Go outside, walk the dog, hug a tree or some shit.
Back on track with STOKE:


And PTT, yeah!
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon....02212/1421679/

[I've seen black diamonds!]

Everyone was all excited for the first snow, Ullrfest, Killington sort of being open, and then reality set in: real skiing is still weeks away. A seething fury begins bubbling up from our livers. Our faces twist into scowls. Our petty disagreements go all exponential and shit, until they loom like suddenly not extinct dragons blocking out the sun. And we lash out. Our primitive selves, our reptilian selves take control and bite, kick, piss, hurl rocks and feces, laugh at the final convulsions of our dying foes. And so on. And I don't want to miss out on the fun. So here it goes:

I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart lickers like you once existed.

[gpcharles]

Dowork will you spoon with me?

Better, will you GP?

maybe...are you (interested in make a a trip to) a (west) virgin(ia though)?


PS don't expect that to verify. but sure is purty.

[My Pet Powder Goat]

Everyone was all excited for the first snow, Ullrfest, Killington sort of being open, and then reality set in: real skiing is still weeks away. A seething fury begins bubbling up from our livers. Our faces twist into scowls. Our petty disagreements go all exponential and shit, until they loom like suddenly not extinct dragons blocking out the sun. And we lash out. Our primitive selves, our reptilian selves take control and bite, kick, piss, hurl rocks and feces, laugh at the final convulsions of our dying foes. And so on. And I don't want to miss out on the fun. So here it goes:

I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart lickers like you once existed.

Did you read my diary???

ps. I'll always have genitals for you to beat, big boy

[tBatt]

maybe...are you (interested in make a a trip to) a (west) virgin(ia though)?


PS don't expect that to verify. but sure is purty.

I mean, I've needed a reason to go visit my buddy in Virginia for a while now. Plus it's Holloween weekend. Sluts, Sluts everywhere!

Everyone was all excited for the first snow, Ullrfest, Killington sort of being open, and then reality set in: real skiing is still weeks away. A seething fury begins bubbling up from our livers. Our faces twist into scowls. Our petty disagreements go all exponential and shit, until they loom like suddenly not extinct dragons blocking out the sun. And we lash out. Our primitive selves, our reptilian selves take control and bite, kick, piss, hurl rocks and feces, laugh at the final convulsions of our dying foes. And so on. And I don't want to miss out on the fun. So here it goes:

I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart lickers like you once existed.

AMEN.

[My Pet Powder Goat]

... Plus it's Holloween weekend. Sluts, Sluts everywhere!

halloween in WV? ... You DO know those hillbilly costumes with the missing teeth aren't really costumes, Right?

[DoWork]

I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart lickers like you once existed.

Ahahahahaha finally! Someone who really GETS me!

Lynchy, as long as you leave your sharpies home I might even let you be the big spoon this time- only of Rog comes too though, 'cause I love bedtime stories. .

[Philip Oliver Wholz]

I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly...........

this thought, and no "you know who" today, makes this a nice day

[tBatt]

halloween in WV? ... You DO know those hillbilly costumes with the missing teeth aren't really costumes, Right?

holloween in VA at VATech. not VW. Lots o Lovely ladies there.

[lynchdogger]

^^^ who asked you smelly gina. POW

And ISBD, that took some effort. Fin hilarious. FTW!

[retirwntm]

Loud noises!

[gpcharles]

wait...

WAIT....

WAIT!

VA-Tah?

[weasel1]

ISBD, post of the year. Outstanding....still laughing too hard to breathe.

[BigDaddy]

Seriously, someone needs to make a movie this year so it can open with ISBD's soliloquy.

F'n brilliant... clearly an English teacher, maybe a bit demented, but an amazing English teacher.

HighAnxiety, what do you think about reading this as your next film intro?...

[crank54]

maybe...are you (interested in make a a trip to) a (west) virgin(ia though)?


PS don't expect that to verify. but sure is purty.

Dood!

I have Thurs and Fri off next week (last day of my current job is Wed), and I would totally be up for a crazy road trip to just about anywhere if snow hits!

Let's keep an eye on it.

[ex-powderbroker]

GP - if you drive down to West Virginia I'll meet you in Jersey for the carpool. Biker/Boarder, you coming? Otherwise, I'm planning on dragging Gravity Lover to the Cats or Berskshires or wherever it snows up here. Turns out, he didn't go skiing last year, which besides the general state of bullshit in this thread on any given day really sucks. Anyway, if anyone wants to ski where I'm headed on Tuesday they're welcome to come. Bring skins and beer, leave the tudes. And Rog. Just kidding, if he wants to come skiing in the Catskills he's welcome, too.

Oh boy oh boy, if the cards really lined up and this thing smashes the fuck out of Plattekill I would bet all of my FUTUREBUCKS that Laszlo will turn the chairs for us like last year. And like he did for TC and Bucket 4 years ago.

[MadPatSki]

Plans are being made.

1) Boss if out of the office tomorrow. Told him that I'll probably not coming in Monday-Tuesday, maybe more.
2) Winter tires are being put on the car tomorrow.

Don't know where I'm going? Probably West.

West...up the Ottawa River?
West New York?
West Pennsylvania?
maybe even West Virginia?

Long drive...for 85.

[Bottleman]

Seriously, someone needs to make a movie this year so it can open with ISBD's soliloquy.

F'n brilliant... clearly an English teacher, maybe a bit demented, but an amazing English teacher.

HighAnxiety, what do you think about reading this as your next film intro?...

Slam Poetry reading a la mustachioed Tom Hanks on Jimmy Fallon...

[thin cover]

Everyone was all excited for the first snow, Ullrfest, Killington sort of being open, and then reality set in: real skiing is still weeks away. A seething fury begins bubbling up from our livers. Our faces twist into scowls. Our petty disagreements go all exponential and shit, until they loom like suddenly not extinct dragons blocking out the sun. And we lash out. Our primitive selves, our reptilian selves take control and bite, kick, piss, hurl rocks and feces, laugh at the final convulsions of our dying foes. And so on. And I don't want to miss out on the fun. So here it goes:

I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart
lickers like you once existed.

Awesome, this was like the TGR version of Kipling's gunga din.

[NmbrdDays]

ML I may join you guys on tues. All depends on what happens. Ill finally get to try out all my touring gear.

[I've seen black diamonds!]

ml, I'll play hooky for Platty, or maybe even the Poconoconos, Tuesday if the snow shows up, even though I still hate all of you.

[I've seen black diamonds!]

Awesome, this was like the TGR version of Kipling's gunga din.

I would definitely ski with Gunga Din. Dude was a bad ass who carried your shit, saved you life and never complained. "You're a better skier than I am, Gunga Din!"

[buttahflake]

Everyone was all excited for the first snow, Ullrfest, Killington sort of being open, and then reality set in: real skiing is still weeks away. A seething fury begins bubbling up from our livers. Our faces twist into scowls. Our petty disagreements go all exponential and shit, until they loom like suddenly not extinct dragons blocking out the sun. And we lash out. Our primitive selves, our reptilian selves take control and bite, kick, piss, hurl rocks and feces, laugh at the final convulsions of our dying foes. And so on. And I don't want to miss out on the fun. So here it goes:



I will see all of you soft-skulled, limp-dicked, semi-literate fart mongers in the most fetid, banal, ignominious level of hell, where I'll beat you about the genitals with a club forged from your own shame. Imagine the time your mom caught you masturbating, the time you shit your pants in middle school, the time you pronounced some big word wrong and that hot chic laughed at you for being an ignoramus- That is what I will be beating you about the genitals with. And when you have no genitals left for me to beat, and I've finished cursing you and all your slut grannies for all eternity, I shall stroll casually out of hell onto an endless mountain, where I shall ski pow endlessly, my only displeasure the sour memory that a bunch shart lickers like you once existed.

i guess it only means something to those inclined to believe in the notion of heaven and hell.
catholic guilt is a bitch, yeah?

[EarlyWood]

i see no mention of heaven there buttah

[tBatt]

wait...

WAIT....

WAIT!

VA-Tah?

I'm thinking that plan already went out the window. I'd have to be HOME (and ready to work) by 7:30AM Monday. Storm will just be moving in by then. Maybe.

Can't we just move this thing to Sunday? That would be much more convenient for me.


Just got some new skis. And Snow Tires. Next week's pay check will be some binders and steelies.
Thanks to NJFS for the heads up on these.