It’s winter which means people with beards are packing their fur lined underpants and are going skiing.
I hate skiing. I never understand why people ski down a slope to a bar and then go on a lift so they can ski down the same slope again.
That’s like walking to the pub on a Sunday, then going home and walking to the pub again… Madness. I ski to a bar and then go inside for a drink. That’s if I liked skiing at all. The only part of a skiing holiday I like very much are he crystal skies, the jagged mountains that pin-sharp air and all those pretty girls in tight spandex ski pants.
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