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Recently Ted and I scammed our way into getting some passes at Whistler mountain. Whistler is actually two different beasts. First there is the mountain, she is a heart stopping beautiful mistress. Then there's Whi$tler Village, which is a greedy abusive, dangerously expensive whore. It's a simple fact of life that only criminals can afford to be in Whi$tler. Whether it's tax evasion, drug dealing, insider trading, or coupon counterfeiting, something's up. Unless of course you're living the scrunge life of an employee. Working your ass off and doing what needs to be done to live in a closet and get a seasons pass. Luckily our cousin is just one of those suckers. He's working as a snowboard valet at the Roundhouse. It's an ok job, pay sucks, but at least it gets him up the hill. Crashing with the Cuz was great, and we managed to clip a couple passes and found ourselves on top of the world. Of course with any ski trip the object of the game is to get as high as you possibly can. So it was we giggled with delight when we were lucky enough to have one of the first Peak chairs of the season. "Stay high and go down" Bob like's to say, yup, Bob likes the bottomless powder. And how's that for some home town pride, chuck out the trash and you'll find someone donated a Wadya 'Merican sticker for the cause. And they say crime doesn't pay. May all your turns be fresh - Bob & Ted |
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