Mark and I had words on the river the other day about his poor performance at work.
The next day I was playing in the snow having a good old time of it.
Mark was so mad he ran me over.
Now, I'm just a snow angel.
Actually. This was the snowmachine on the river day when I jumped the river edge and crashed. I had to drag my ski out of the deep powder that I got it stuck in. I was huffing and puffing so much trying to drag the thing around i got really hot and started sweating, which can be bad. to cool off I took a tip from the iditarod dogs and decided to roll around in the snow for a few minutes, I made a perfect powder snow angel.
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