I’ve only gone skiing once in my life. Why? I’m not afraid of heights, I don’t dislike the cold, I didn’t find it particularly difficult to pick up, I don’t find it super dangerous, I don’t think it’s boring…
No. I don’t go skiing, because I am specifically afraid of spastically flipping around on the ski lift and hanging upside down with my pants around my knees:
After the jump, the UNCENSORED VERSION, in case you wanna brighten up your afternoon with some good ol’ fashioned skiier peen:
Alright, so it’s like one pixel, and may be a tiny woodland creature on the mountain behind him instead of a penis, but I didn’t want anyone losing their jobs in this rough economy for getting caught looking at a picture that is NSFW by one nanometer. I’m charitable like that.
(Smoking Gun, via With Leather)
