Weekend Wrap-up

Mammoth Mountain is Southern California's premier mountain resort. Actually, many would argue that it is probably the best resort in N. America! I would have to concur. The only drawback (if you can even call it that) is that driving to/from Mammoth is quite the tedious journey. Only those with the patience of a saint can endure this drive. Of course, if you travel like my friends and I, any long drive can be made into quite the entertaining journey. On any long drive, one must have an arsenal of conversation topics.
1) Fisting. Obviously, this is a very important subject matter. Personally, I thought it was rather homo-erotic that a group of guys would dwell on this subject. Then again, there's nothing funnier than ending every statement with "...after your fisting..."
2) Breasts. Who would have thought that Brian would prefer real B size breasts over full C size breasts?? Apparently, the key is the "pen test". I'm sure all you male species out there understand this test. For you ladies...use your imagination...
3) The Steelers' amazing ability to not get a touchdown at 1st and goal.
4) Mentos. Those damn Europeans have the strangest commercials.
5) Paying for sex. Did you know that black hookers are cheaper than white ones in Amsterdam? The blonde hair, blue eyed ones are the most expensive. The things you learn on a 5hr car drive are just astonishing.

Besides these thought provoking topics, we were able to enjoy the art of "cutting people off" and having them give us the finger. Yes, we were obnoxious. But, people drive too slow. Either drive faster or get your ass out of the 1st lane.

In essence, this was our weekend: Beer. 420. Jack. Sleep. Eat. Snowboard/ski. Beer. Jager. Snowboard/ski. Take a spill. Jack. Jacuzzi. Jack. Eat. Jack. Dodgeball the Movie. Jack. Sleep. Johnny Carson dies from emphysema. Shop. Football. Drive back.