The bunny hill of this particular resort sits at the bottom of an intermediate course. Going up on the chairlift, I spotted a fat bitch trying to go down the bunny hill. It fell and was struggling to get back up. I watched for a bit and had a good laugh. I went down my run and was back on the chairlift about 10 mins later.
That fat bitch was now sitting in the same spot it was earlier with its skis beside it. I can only imagine that after failing to stand up, someone helped it get the skis off and it just sat there to catch its breath.
I finished my next run and got back on the chair lift. The fat bitch was sitting down, scooting down the hill on its ass, holding the skiis. That was the last time I saw it on the hill.
A few hours later, I went into the lodge to eat some lunch. Of course the fat ass was there eating. I suspect she sat there for the rest of the day eating, and will probably never try to ski again. Gravity always wins and keeps lard barges off of the slopes.
The bunny hill of this particular resort sits at the bottom of an intermediate course. Going up on the chairlift, I spotted a fat bitch trying to go down the bunny hill. It fell and was struggling to get back up. I watched for a bit and had a good laugh. I went down my run and was back on the chairlift about 10 mins later.
That fat bitch was now sitting in the same spot it was earlier with its skis beside it. I can only imagine that after failing to stand up, someone helped it get the skis off and it just sat there to catch its breath.
I finished my next run and got back on the chair lift. The fat bitch was sitting down, scooting down the hill on its ass, holding the skiis. That was the last time I saw it on the hill.
A few hours later, I went into the lodge to eat some lunch. Of course the fat ass was there eating. I suspect she sat there for the rest of the day eating, and will probably never try to ski again. Gravity always wins and keeps lard barges off of the slopes.
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