 Poster: A snowHead
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA Masque, doesnt bear thinking about 
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Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
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Oooo Kitty you've started trouble already, I don't know I'll have to get you home and spank your botty for being such a troublemaker!
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Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
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Masque, 
dreamer, after that comment your name resembles me
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Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
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| Honda Kitty wrote: |
Rachmonk,nooooo not that kind of 'lucky' they are for going faster on trackdays  |
Yah mean brown pants?
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| Honda Kitty wrote: |
| RachmonkI have ar$e-less pants... for avoiding the dreaded VPL... and I do have some lucky pants.... |
I'm not surprized you get lucky in those pants .... White Chaps
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| Honda Kitty wrote: |
Oisin Osh Kelly, Masque, have started a pants discussion.... great... "arsey pants".... is there another kind?
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Grumpy pants.... see Masque
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Oisin Osh Kelly, juvenile oaf . . . you should treat your elders and betters with more respect and since Mr. Ktty may have some thoughts on the matter, the only thing you'll be spanking is a Honda Monkey.
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Masque, Just coz your an old fart.. the only thing you'll be spanking is yourself ... coz your monkey don't work anymore 
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snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
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And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
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I don't think Mr Kitty would mind
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You know it makes sense.
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dreamer, Yeah but ... does he know?
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Otherwise you'll just go on seeing the one name:
Otherwise you'll just go on seeing the one name:
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Poster: A snowHead
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| Board4Life, I was going to confess something daft & you've all gone all Benny Hill nudge nudge wink wink.... and expect it to be something rude!! |
Are there any other kind of confessions... well you know what I mean.... confessions that are worthwhile listening to... unless your some kind of mass murderer.. or sumfink?
So there was this one time (bandcamp) in saalbach.. there was me an these two dancing goats. One evening whilst partaking in a little apres ski session..we.. urm.. okay .. will keep that one to myself... my g/f sometimes frequents these boards 
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Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
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OK well I'll start then.
its a bit tame, but I did have the nickname mudball for a while after an episode at les deux alpes, on the green "run" back to the resort, very narrow, small stream running down the centre on a sunny march day. no snow on eather side as it zig zagged down the hill, I caught the front of the board on the muddy bank which sucked me in and spat me out as a mud monster, the rest of the group had severe bladder control problems upon seeing me when we met up. Thankfully no-one had a camera! 
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Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
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Oh now that has cracked me up !!!!!!
I did spend the whole day at work once with my skirt unzipped. Everyone had noticed, but nobody had told me - no wonder they kept sending me down to customer conference rooms to sort out cabling!!!!!!
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Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
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A few years back... my best mate decided to move back home to Worcester from London. A few months after he moved he invited me up for a weekend session with him and his mates. So Friday 5pm I jump on the train to Worcester. I eventually arrive about 9:30. The drinking had already begun... so rather than waste valuable time going back to my mates house to drop off me bags, he quickly brought me through some back roads to another mates house to leave my bag their until morning.
So the night begins... needless to say it all became very messy from there on in. The guy's n gals had been out since about 7 so they were all nicely flying an I’m catching up real quick. The pubs close and we head to the local cattle market. My Pal gets lucky with a young lady. He's off home for an early bath and a nice cup of horlicks.. I'm enjoying myself and would cramp his style so I stay. He tells his house mate (Paul) to look after me and to bring me back home at kicking out time. Night progresses and slowly the group thins.
Me and Paul in our stupor decide we'll show these light weights how to party (errr... note to self.. they weren't there to be shown ) We decide 1:00am(ish) is a good time to start racing each other drinking bottle buddies. This didn't work out too well as we kept drawing , so we have another race and another... 10 mins and 5 bottles of beer each the result is still inconclusive. 'Hey I know... lets try it with tequila slammers' (greeaat idea Paul) and the sequence continues for a while longer.
Eventually we give in. Paul nips off to the Gents and leaves me sat at the bar. Through the corner of me eye, in my now very inebriated state I spy a not so young lady taking an interest in me. Even though I'm wearing all the beer goggles that specsavers can supply, I'm still like... 'oooh nooo.. stay away' But she approaches and proceeds to chat me up. I’m currently drooling on me own shoulder – I mean how could she resist? Thankfully Paul arrives back. Safety in numbers She pays no attention to Paul. she continues to warble on at me. I make a dash for the toilets.
When I get back I can find neither Paul or the she beast!! I start wandering (stumbling) around the club looking for Paul. I can't find him anywhere... and now the clubs chucking out. I decide to go and wait outside the front door. Thinking he's probably decided to get himself some action, but he'll be out in a minute. 30 mins later. The lights are out in the club, the streets are empty and it dawns on me. I'm on me own. I've never been to Worcester before, I don't know where me mates house is, I don't have an address and I left my mobile in my bag that I left in some strangers house. The house of which, I no not where it is! oh and did I mention... 'I was very very very drunk at the time'
I wander looking for a hotel. Even if I found one would they have let me in, in my condition? The alcohol really starts to take effect and my thinking becomes muddled. I come up with a master plan. I'll get a taxi home to London I find a petrol station. I'm standing in the 24hr shop slurring badly at the assistant behind the counter 'yarr gan get moi a kebab to lahndan puleeze' Assistant is looking at me blankly. Next thing this guy behind asks me what the problem is. I explain whats happened and the kindly soul offers me his sofa for the night. Normally I would be suspicious of such charity but in my condition. I'm like, 'omg thank you'
Next morning he drives me to the train station and I try and backtrack my steps to the house where my bag and phone is. I can't find it!!! ok I think best thing I can do is get a train back to London. My house keys are in my bag with my tickets. but I can buy new tickets and get a locksmith to let me in when I get back to London. Oh no I left my wallet on the coffee table at the Samaritans house. Arrrggghhhhh I'm ready to start crying. I turn the corner to start punching the wall but suddenly see my mate He's been out looking for me. Thank you God!!
The story goes on a bit more from here. But this has already taken far too much space. But I got my wallet back. Turns out the good Samaritan lived about 6 doors down from me mates house on the same road
As for Paul... he was kidnapped When I left for the toilet the woman pounced on him.. dragged him out of the club and back to her house... what happened from there I cannot say here... but suffice to say he couldn’t sit properly for a day or two
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Scary Stuff, let that be a lesson to us all!
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That is very scarey stuff.
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You'll get to see more forums and be part of the best ski club on the net.
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how did you get cartman?
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snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
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He is sik!!! He has got attitude!!
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And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
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How not to fool people.....and become immortalised for your stupidity on the internet!
Synopsis:
Kossovan refugee/illegal immigrant in UK - claims to be an Italian footballer at Chelsea (reserve team) as a cover story.... he's actually a waiter and serves at footballing functions (where he gets photos to *briefly* support wild claims)..... until bonafide Italian spots cultural knowlege gaps.... Friend of friend was duped by this tw*t (clearly love is blind and deaf!) lol and the 'Tossovan Chronicles' were created...
Tossovan Chronicles
True story! lol :eek3:
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I am going to a cross dressing party next weekend. I am worried. The last one I went to was I went dressed as a dominatrix, leather underwear, boots, handcuffs; leather whip hanging from the garter belt etc
I was low on petrol so thought I would drive to the venue, leave my car and get a taxi home. Needless to say I ran out of petrol about two miles from the party and had to walk the rest of the way because no taxis would stop. One or two slowed down and then sped up very quickly when they got a look at me....
It doesn't end there unfortunately. I had some stitches in my head from a minor surfing accident the weeked before. Later that night I was dancing a bit too athletically and the stitches burst, spilling blood all down my front. I mopped up a bit, but was still a bit of a mess when I left to get a taxi with a couple of mates. My mate thought it wold be really funny if we pretended that we were a couple having a fight in the taxi queue. We must be better actors than we thought because someone called the police and next thing there are three police cars and an ambulance trying to take me to hospital. It was a very long night.....
So next weekend I'm going to dress as a nun.
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FAQ
The sitting down thing is pretty generic for most boarders.
And don't forget what those little blue pills are for, I'm looking forward to the day I need to try them 
