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"The Cool-Guy Issue"
This past season in February me and one of my buddies ditched school to go and ride at our favorite resort in Big Bear. Little did we know it would be a day we would never forget.
When we pulled up after our favorite 1 hour ride, we could see that Snow Summit had
expanded their park onto another run. This had us completely stoked. We picked up our
tickets and rushed to lift number 2, the high speed quad that would take us straight to
the new part of the park. After cruising through to check out all of the freshly built
hits on our first run, we dashed through the park hitting every jump as fat as possible
thinking were the shit. The park was perfect and my favorite powder stash had been
untouched. Just as I thought that my day couldn't get any better, I slid up to a fatty hit
and sat next to all of the other guys waiting to hit the monster of a hip. I looked to my
left and immediately noticed that I was sitting next to Mikey Le Blanc, now seeing a rider
of his caliber at such a small resort is a rare thing. I did what any other 15 year old
would of done and said what's up, asked if he was gonna hit the jump and when he replied
go head, I took off as fast as possible and tweaked out the fattest method possible and
hauled ass all the way down to the bottom ignoring all the other jumps as if they were too
tiny for me to hit. The next run I pull up to the same hip only to see J.P. Walker, Brian
Thien, Keir Dillon, Jeremy Jones, and Peter Line, all waiting to hit the fat ass hip.
After seeing them pull tricks fatter then I had ever imagined, I decided to just watch
rather then embarrass myself infront of the small crowd that had gathered infront of the
monster hip. After watching them, talking with them, and a little bit of riding with them
(if you call hitting jumps right before or after them riding with them) I realized how
down to earth all those guys are, and how far away I am from my goal of one day being paid
to ride a snowboard. If you ever see any of the fore-mentioned riders don't be shy to say
what's up and talk to them because they are some of the coolest guys I've ever met.
There were four or five photographers there and I guess one of them worked for TWsnow so
if you want to see pictures of these guys, and the fat ass hip buy the September 1998
issue and there's a picture of Keir Dillon on the cover, and a story about these guys.-Phil,
Riverside, CA.
When I lived in VT, I lived across the street ( actually a 1/4 mile away, but we lived out in the boondocks) from this guy Jerry Tucker. We used to skate at his half-pipe all the time, and sometimes go to our friends basement where he had these two like three foot quarters, his name's Dave Burgess. You may have heard of Jerry, he went to the VANS skate competition and got like third place in the whole nation, and I know he's done well in some snowboarding comps in VT. I can remember when snowboarding was just starting to get really big, I mean it was like kids our age and looking up to guys like only a few years older. Here I was, we were all gonna start snowboarding, but I had no money, ended up buying an ancient Burton with a swallow tail and the orange stripes for like $50 and the holes for the bindings went all the way through the board!
So I killed myself trying to teach myself snowboarding, and I was terrible. But, the cool thing was, and I'll always remember this, I was fighting my board to stay on the trail and slide off into the trees, dragging my butt down the mountain, and this snowboarder comes flying by, stops, asks me if I need help, pulled me onto the trail, and said, "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it". That's what snowboarding is all about.
Then I moved to NJ, and didn't get to spend as much time on the mountain as I used to, and when I visited VT, I would see all my friends getting better and better, but hopefully I will get better now too (I'm just starting to try tricks in the half-pipe, now that I got my airs down-pat).
But I just want to say, that, at least it used to be, and for some people it still is, that real snowboarding is about bros (and bras) and not pros and not about looking good, but about getting better, and pushing yourself, and having fun.-Dean Holdren. Randolph NJ/ Ludlow VT
One day at my school's club trip, all of us boarders were in the park and one of my friends went up to go over this big hit. So he gets up and goes for it, we are all like "hit it". Then as he is going over the table top he lost his balance and fell when he landed. Well he landed so hard that he shit his pants! We were all laughing our asses off , ya know, and he was so embarrassed. He eventually got over it...after we ragged on him all winter!!!- Jessika Dunn, Albany NY.
This little story is something that just happened a few days ago.
Well in the good town of Burlington, Ontario we have no skateparks, so this is the story
of our search for this park that was in Oakville (the town that is adjacent to Burlington
about 30 km away.) It was labor day, I worked all weekend and had a shitty day at work
(why because I work at a 24 hr drug mart and the 375000 population of Burlington passed by
that day). Anyhow, what would fix my day would be an excellent skate sesh. So ring!...
ring!
"Yo Jeff, lets go skate"
J-"OK"
Me- "Where"
J-"Lets go bike to that skate park everyone says they have seen, I got my bike fixed(Jeff had a flat tire earlier that week.)
Me-"OK I'll swing by in 10"
So off we went to Oakville northwest. We both underestimated the distance, after
finally getting to this park (45 minutes later) conveniently located at the Halton Police
Station. We find nothing no ramps, rails, bowls, minis, shit, although the Police Station
lot seemed like a perfect spot to skate with lots of the good stuff we all love. But I
chickened out noting the 50 cop cars parked out in the lot. So we continue up the road
hoping that we will still see a park. It's pitch dark and a fat trucker honks at us (I
just assume he was fat cause a lot of truckers are fat)
"Ummm.... I dont think its all the way up there. OK lets turn around this looks
spooky."
So we joke around "ya 2 punk teens abducted .... HAHAHAH UGHHH....."
So we both quickly bike down and then 1/3 of the way home I notice my back tire is dead flat. I tried to keep on riding but the rim was just getting beat. So Jeff says why don't you skate and push your bike.
"Um ok! ouch! the bike keeps on running into me. I have no control. OK switch. Jeff u skate and push the bike."
So he does OK but he is going really slow and I have trouble riding his bike fit for
him 5'11 and me 5'4. bearing his pack and deck and my pack pregnant style. So then I come
up with the final suggestion, Jeff bikes and pushes my bike and I skate home. So this
looked like a good idea until Jeff falls on his crossbar needless to say
squaring himself. I found this kinda funny but really mean to laugh at considering how
pissed he got. Plus its kinda embarrassing for the poor guy especially when he has a crush
on me.
So off we went and continued for 20 km. Fuckin long distance skating on the road cars
yelling at me to get of the road fuck and my left quad getting fucking sore and feeling
lousy.
So I say to Jeff can I just ditch my bike at his house, he says yeah OK. But he tells me
how his dad (this bike guru) just lectured him on how he should always carry a spare tire
and pump for emergency. So I decide to just walk my bike home.
The point of the story was going to be something sent into the city petitioning for them
to
build a skate park for us brats, so we won't get caught in such a very dangerous
situation.
Of course it would have been a censored version though. I just proofread my story and discovered that it really sucks.!! - Ming Kao, Burlington, Ontario
One time when we were boarding this stupid skier wasn't paying attention and he slammed into a tree. He smashed his face and cracked his nasal cavity. Later we found out that his eye had fallen down into his nasal cavity and he could barely see as he made it down the mountain. It was pretty gross.-Noel Kochanasz, Seattle, WA
I dont really have any good stories except when dislocated my elbow last season at Windham. I was in this gay contest and practicing, didn't even go to compete. So anyway I was spinning 540s over this shitty jump and one time I overrotated and landed with my arm extended. Yeah it popped out and hurt real bad. The ambulance ride to Albany when I went into shock was the highlight of the day. Seth Graham. Albany NY
ha, this is a funny one. me and my friends were at some crappy mountain in mass. and the park sucked so we were trying to make at least 1 good hit to session. So we all had our boards off and were cutting and digging and we told one of our friends to go get the shovel at the top of the park. So he set his board down on the snow right in front of the jump and went to go get the shovel and while he was walking this kid carves up to see what was up, tapping my friends board, sending it on its base and going down the mountain, and we yelled to him "your board your board," and we were pointing to it. He was already half way up the park so he had to run down past us and try and catch his board. It was no use, the board when into instanstanous light speed and went flying down the mountain, because, I forgot to tell you, but it was a brand new board. Being the nice friends that we were, we just sat there and laughed our heads off while he chased his new board down the mountain. The reason we didn't help him after that is we thought he'd find his board as soon as we came to his aid, and if we went down to help him we would have to take the lift up, which took forever so we just thought we'd wait it out. About 20 minutes later he comes up on a ski patrol sled with his board. We asked what happened and it turns out the board had rode itself down the mountain, straight through a wooden fence, and down into a creek in the woods. It was some funny stuff, and its all true. That was one of the funnier stories that came into my head. -Andy Pritchard, Clifton Park, NY
When I was first learning how to snowboarding, my instructor was totally hitting on me. I was only 13 and a half, and he was like 26. So when we were riding the chair lift, he started saying all this mushy shit like- wow its such a beautiful night-oh look at the moon its so pretty. Then he all was wanting to know if I was available the next day. It would have been fine with me that he did all this stuff, but he was butt ugly-I couldn't believe it!-Joanne Leuschen, Seattle WA
The first time I went snowboarding (two years ago) my friends got me
really high and kept telling me I would pick up no problem,
( I guess I never told them what a freak out klutz I was in
high school and beyond for that matter), they got me so high I forgot
what a natural born spaz I am.
By the time we reached the top of the easiest trail at Sugarloaf (
Bubblecupper), I'd managed to convince myself that I was a full
on snow goddess. My friends quickly explained what they considered to be the
basics and took off, I adjusted my goggles and followed...on my face.
I left a blood trail that was a good 25 ft and came off looking like
I'd macked out with a cheese grater..but because my initial
experience was so wholly humiliating from that point on nothing I tried to do
or learn on the board bothered me..or hurt anywhere near as bad.-Kristina Bradley,
Portland, Me.
OK, the other day I was driving around the ghetto because I was picking up my home girl who lives in close proximity to the projects. MC Hammer was in the tape deck and I was demonstrating my unrivaled skill of impersonating a hammahdancah, so anyway, I got really into it and I tore off my shirt and everyone laughed at me because I'm not fat and I guess I'm too scrawny and it really hurt my feelings. but none of them could either grab on deez or touch my shit- say it- cause I'm too legit to quit.-Tha MC, Boston, Mass.
I just got into Steamboat Colorado and it was completely bluebird. I could see the mountain from the airport but we still had about a 45 min ride till we got to the mountain. Me and my brother, Justin, were stoked cause we hadn't been out the Colorado in 3 years and they were having awesome snow while back home in the East, the mountains were as bare as a baby's behind. So we finally got to the condo that my grandparents owned and crashed caused we were so tired.
The next day, we went down to get our lift tickets and we saw an old friend from back home. She was a serious betty and we hit it off really well, or should I say my brother and her hit it off. I guess they had something going on a long time back. But I didn't care, I was there to ride the mountains and I wasn't looking for love. So we got our tickets and headed out for the lifts. The sky was a little overcast and it looked like it might snow sometime soon. We thought we better get some riding in while we can still see 10 feet in front of us. The top of the mountain was really windy but we couldn't complain, at least there was a decent amount of snow on the ground. We took an easy trail down just so we could get aquatinted with the mountain again, it seemed like we never left. The sky started to clear up so we thought we would take a little hike and find some of the secrete stashes we kept hearing about. My brother and his friend weren't to keen on the idea of the ducking some of the boundaries but I convinced them it would be cool.
We saw some cool lines that would take about half an hour to get to, so we strapped our boards to our backs and started hiking. We were halfway there and Justin's girl started complaining. He tried to persuade me to go back but I was determined to ride the trees I was eyeing besides I wasn't going to come back for another couple of years so I might as well not have any regrets. Justin and his girl decided they were going to go back without me, so they strapped they're boards on and were off. I kept hiking, finding peace being alone in the woods. I finally decided I hiked far enough and I stopped to take a break. I had been waiting to test my new board out in the stuff it had been made for so I strapped in and went for it. There was a lot of trees but it was fun navigating them. I had a few close calls with some branches but it couldn't slow me down. I was going a little to fast when there was nowhere to go, just really big trees. I tried to slow down but I couldn't in time, I smashed right into a tree and ended up upside down in the tree well. I didn't know what had happened for a few seconds until I started choking on snow. I really couldn't move well cause I was upside down. I started thinking about all the times my grandmother told me to be careful when riding the trees cause of this kind of thing. Then I remembered she wanted me to get the step-in bindings because if this happened I could get out easier. I had got the step-ins but I could barely reach my bindings. I struggled to get out for a while and there wasn't much air getting to me. All these factors plus the fact that I was upside down was making me really dizzy and nauseous, for a little while I thought I was going to puke. I did my best to focus on the task at hand and I finally released my bindings. I turned myself right side up and just tried to regain my bearings.
The tree well I was in was really deep and it was hard to get out of. Every time I attempted to get out, the snow would collapse and I would end up right back where I started. It took a lot out of me to pull myself out of the well but I did it. I collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and rested for an hour or so. I finally thought that I had enough rest and clicked in. I was a little shaky so I took it really slow and easy. It was getting dark fast and I wanted to get back as soon as I could, but I just couldn't ride the rest of the way down because I was to unstable. I started to walk down the side of the mountain. I thought I should be coming to the boundary soon but I had been hiking for while and never found it. I wondered if I was going the right direction, I thought that all I had to do was go down and I would get there. The moon was now coming out and it was becoming really cold. I thought that all my problems were over once I had gotten out of the tree well but I guess they hadn't. It was really hard to see with all the trees and it being dark but I had to do my best not to fall into another tree well. I finally came onto what seemed like a trail but I had never crossed a boundary line. I decided to follow it and it led me to a building which stored the old lifts and other stuff. I knew that I had to be close to the bottom now so I kept going. It finally led me to the base of the mountain and I was so relieved. I stumbled to my condo and found my brother eating dinner with his new girl, I was so dead I just fell onto my bed and was out.-Jordan Gallo, Poughkeepsie, NY
Back in 94 I pierced my nipples and eyebrow this one day, then next day I went
snowboarding I was cruising down riding along and came up to a huge pyramid in the park, I
pulled off a 540 tailgrab,
fell face first in the snow, on my stomach and all my piercings ripped out and I
bled all over. then after I went to the lodge to clean up and what not I decided to go
back snowboarding, I got on the lift with my
friend Kevin and he was telling me about how your tongue can stick to the pole if
its cold enough, I was like bullshit. so I put my tongue to the pole and the fucker stuck
like a bitch. I didn't know what the fuck to do. so I pulled as hard as I could on
my tongue and ripped it off, and what was on the pole?, at least two layers of my
skin.blood all over the chair, and I mean it was covered! we hurried to the lodge, me not
knowing what to do I decided to get a drink and I got some lemonade, now anyone knows
lemon on an open cut is pretty fuckin painful. so I opened it chugged the fucker and then
let out the most awful damn scream anyone has ever heard. then I just wrapped it in some
tissue and went back on snowboarding. that's a true story! I still had a good day boarding
anyway. true story-Sam Frankelli, Wilkes-Barre, PA
A boy named Paul is walking down the road and suddenly discovers
that he is in his own backyard! He says:" Oh my gosh I never knew I
had a backyard with a road leading to a cave..." So he keeps walking
toward the cave in his backyard, supposedly on a gravel road, and
discovers something else new. He finds that what he was looking at
was not a cave but a "BLACKHOLE". Well Paul is one hell of an
explorer so he keeps going toward the blackhole and notices that
some people are working inside the blackhole doing something with
their hands. He thinks geese those people sure do look like my
teachers from school. He's a good spy so he hides behind a huge
willow tree. He watches constantly at them working with their hands.
Paul is too curious at what they are doing with their hands so he gets
closer of course and yes trips and says:" oh---no---!" He sees it's
his teachers, and then they see him and shoot him with their penguins.
Paul wakes up far into the blackhole not knowing that his teachers
are transforming him into a "Genus". As they proceed, Paul asks,"
What am I doing here? and "Hey that feels good can you stick it
more into the right? They hear him and hum in discussion over him
repeatingly saying," Teachhhheerrr-doodly-do
die! Teachhhheerrr-doodly-do die!" Paul
wonders what the hell are
they talking about! Soon his teachers come to a stop and say,"Ahhhh
you weren't suppose to wake up student-buttmunch!"
He replies," Well I'm not the one that shot my butt with a penguin!"
They come back trying to figure out how to make him forget or at
least go back to sleep so they say:" You are getting very
sleepy....sleepy....sleepy..." He replies," Is that all you got?" They
pause for a moment and start to hum, "Die sucker! Die!" again and again.
"The hum of die sucker!"
Paul just can't handle it anymore. So finally....finally....
finally.... He shoots them with the penguin again! He darts back and
feels his head having a blood rush and gently blacks-out..... Paul has
gone through hell with his teachers and his unknown blackhole in his
backyard. He thinks to himself how the hell did I get into this crap?
He pauses to think.....Oh yah I was suppose to cut the backyard! That's
it! So now when Paul goes to his backyard to cut the grass he'll bring
more then his head but his "BLACKHOLE REMOVER!". SO if you are
ever in a situation that isn't close to what reality is or if it
doesn't look right well then you know you are in //\\//\\-Zone.-Paul Meyer,
Virginia Beach, VA
This summer I was practicing for wakeboarding on this
swing me and my bro made. It was a wakeboard handle hung between two trees
and were were swinging really high and doing like 1080 S-bends and shit and then
I slipped and landed on my head(of course) and like cracked my neck to
shit!; I have fuckin dirt in my eyes, mouth and was cut up to hell!! It was
sic!; But then I had wakeboarding to do so I had to go without a
neck.-Mike Holmes, Toronto, Ontario.
This duck walks into a 7-11, walks up to Sanji behind the counter and says, "Got any grapes?". Sanji says, "oh no buddy, we no have grapes here, buddy." So the duck waddles out the store. Next day duck waddles back into the 7-11, walks up to Sanji again, and asks, " Got any grapes?" Sanji looks at the short yellow billed future down comforter and says, in his best English, "Hey, buddy, I told you yesterday we no have de grape here tank you bye bye." The duck waddles out. Next day duck waddles back in and whaddya think he asks Sanji? "Got any grapes??" Well now Sanji has lost it, he screams at the duck, " Okay dats it buddy, we do not have grape!!! You come in here one more time and ask me for grape, I'm going to nail your little webbed feet to the floor now get out of my store and put the book down, this is not a reading library!!!!!" The duck waddles out. Next day duck waddles back into the store stands in front of Sanji and asks, "Got any nails?" Sanji looks at him and says," No buddy, we have no nails", duck asks, "Got any grapes?"Greg Cantanzaro- NJ
One night I was skateboarding through a park with a guy and
his little brother. We were going home. We came across a BUTT LOAD of
gangsters!! Dang this sucked!!! We ignored them and skated on. I looked
behind me and the next thing I know they are chasing us. I'm like DUDE
RUN!! They are coming!! RUN!! The guy and his little bro couldn't hear me
I guess they were to far ahead and the sound of their wheels made to much
noise. So ya the gangster fags caught up with us. they surrounded us. We
were like uhh what's up? What's a matter? They didn't talk and started
pushing us around. I tried to walk out of the circle they had us in but
they wouldn't let me out they kept blocking me. I was scared because they
were going to kill us. They said. "We hate skaters". I was like man these
guys are a bunch of idiots. I said "What's wrong with skaters?" They said
" We hate skaters." They didn't give us a reason. The guys little bro
ran. They got his board. they threw it over a fence. They got the guys
board threw it over the fence. Then they asked for my board. I was "NO"
this stupid g fag started pushing me saying "Give me your board" I was
like "No its mine" he kept pushing me and pushing me back. Pretty soon I
got fed up with it and smacked him in the head with my board. Then 4 guys
jumped on me and threw me on the ground. I looked up and I saw a foot
heading straight toward me. Then it hit me in the face. OUCH!!!! They
kept kicking my back and head. I curled up but it didn't help much. It
hurt pretty bad. The guy that was with me started kicking them and
throwing them off me. Then I got up and grabbed my board and was all
dizzy. The guy I smacked in the head came back to me. I was all "Shoot!
he's going to get pay back on me! NOOOO!" Well I didn't say it. I was just
thinking that. Then he said "gimme your board." I said "no". Then he
said
throw it over the fence. So I was scared so I threw it. Then I started
walking way from him. There was like 15 gangsters beating us up. Me and
the guy who was with me were walking away but they came around and stopped
us. Then this G SLUT was with them. They probably gang bang her a lot
hahaha! Anyway she was all "which one of you fucking whatever broke my
boyfriends glasses?" Aww he broke is little sun glasses. I feel soo sorry
for him. We didn't break them he broke them himself while beating us up.
Anyway then the guy who was with me said. "We didn't break your stupid
glasses!" Right then I knew we were going to get beat up sooo bad!! They
were going to get payback for something they did themselves breaking his
own glasses. This short G fag came up behind me and punched me 2 times in
the head. Then a guy did a Bruce lee yell just trying to make me jump.
Then he went up to the guy who was with me and said "WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Then the guy who was with me kicked him! haha! That G was all pissed
after that. Well I knew they were going to do something really mean and
nasty to us. And I saw a light in a house. So I just ran like crazy into
the house without knocking and said "HELP HELP HELP!!" The people in the
house were all freaked out. It was kind of funny. There was a lady and 2
other guys. 1 was a hippie. and there was a little girl in there. About
maybe 4 years old. She was a cutie kid. Anyway. They told me to stay
inside and they ran out there and the G cowards ran off like the pussies
they really are. heck I could have beat any 1 of them 1-1 fighting but
they all ganged up. What wusses. RAP SUCKS!!!! Then the cops came and we
gave them a report. but of course we are just kids. So its not a big
deal. Kids dont mean anything. SO why do anything about it? Psh the cops
probably thought we started the whole thing. Cops need to start doing
something for once!!
Dude then the next day. We went skating again at the park, 2 of the Gs
who beat us up came bye. they said "Look it's those 2 skater boys we beat
up last night." so we left just so no more trouble would happen. We
wanted to go through the park to a school so we could skate there its a
good place for skating. So we went around the whole park through streets.
Then a blue pickup truck came zooming bye. They swerved for us like they
were trying to hit us. I was like what a crazy driver. There was 3 guys
in the truck. They stopped way up ahead and were staring at us. We were
like oh crap what's this? We knew they were goig to wait for us to get up
there and they were going to do something. So we sat down. The driver
flashed a stupid Westside hand sign out the window. I was like ohh crap
NOT MORE Gangster CRAP FAGS!!! They drove off. I was like" whew" Then we
sat down behind a fence because we thought they were going to turn
around. But instead they went around the block and saw us anyway. We
booked it down a gravel road. Through people's backyards. the guys got out
of the truck and started looking for us. 1 guy was soo freaking HUGE!!!!!
I was soo scared. We both were. Then this guy said "HEY WHAT ARE YOU GUYS
DOING IN MY BACKYARD?!?" We told him what was up. He went out front and
said to the guys in the truck. "You guys got a problem?" Then they said
"No" and took off in their stupid blue truck. Again the cops came and we
talked to them and NOOOOOTHING happened. Stupid cops. I mean I respect
cops for what they are abut and what they try to do but they DIDN'T DO
ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!! That pisses me off. Now every day I have to see
some of the gangsters that beat us up walking down the street and in
stores around here. Just doing fine like nothing happened. Its OK. MAN!!!
Stupid! I get so mad every time I see them. But oh well. All the
gangsters around here Hate skaters for no reason. It doesn't make sense.
Practically everyone around here listens to rap and is a wannabe gangster.
I hate my town!!
Well that was the story about the time I got beat up and crap. Its all
true. It all happened like last summer. -Andrew Allwander, Eugene, OR.
Once there was a time when few folks from Pennsyltucky lived in the Green Mountains. A couple of years back, a whole group of them moved to the big hill for the winter. First there was the Z-man who quickly learned that his dream of pursuing a career as an arteest would require him to work 3 to 5 jobs at a time in order to just keep his turbo gt alpha delorien tempocarrera on the road so he could get to his various places of employment. Then came Gomer who found the snowboarders dream job, test rider for the park and pipe. Too bad he broke himself while we were still riding on a few inches of machine made slop. Shattered dream job. Next was the arrival of Darryl. This guy had the talent to be a rider's rider, like pro. He seemed too distracted by thoughts of getting back to P-tucky. Couldn't get there, spent all his money on penny candy. Wanted to weld up some new parts for the Z-man's rig so he could work one less job. I think somthing in the air was getting to him. Last but not least came Huckleberry. This guy obviously came from a tight gene pool. After telling all of us he was here to take the winter off from the pro wakeboard tour he broke his wrist falling off his inflatable mattress bed. Impressive athleticism eh? He made lots of trips home to hill country. Hummed the theme to Deliverence and made a lot of farm animal noises. Toward the end of his stay here he began to idolize yours truly. It became a little freaky when he started trying to dress and act like me. It was about this time that he left for good. It's rumored that he's taken to sheep farming and cant keep himself in hip boots. He was last heard saying, " No really guys, I was just trying to push the sheep over the fence." And that's the story of the guys from Pensyltucky. Ya'll come back now. -Dave Dutton, Chittenden, VT.
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