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a friend of mine asked me to join them skiing for New Years for four days and I was like - "yeah, sure" but then I realised that they actually mean business, like really skiing every day for the whole fucking day, and changed my mind
last time I went skiing (many years ago) it was more like drinking 22 hours/day then going to the noobs' slopes and trying to bump into the hottest German girl, then roll downhill and say something like "I;m so sorry, I didn'I didn't mean to, can I touch your pussy" or something of that sort
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