Booze bag is how I remember this guy.
I remember this freaking clown. He gave me some lame excuse about not warrantying our broken Drake bindings. Something about if I drove a car off the lot and hit a telephone pole, would I take the car back and ask for a new one?
This guy gave me the best sex of my life, so I switched to chicks from that night forward. He's hung like a walrus.
Sno Con needs Sex Wax cause Sticky Bumps sucks balls. Think of it this way...you buy a Porsche, but you get an automatic. That's really fucked up, man. Sure, you'll hug some corners with your hands all "10 and 2" style, maybe nail some really fat chicks, but what you really want is a godamm turbocharged 6 speed manual so you can 4 wheel drift that fucker and nail some hot Brazilian super models, like me.