The Russian skier

Remember in April when we went snowboarding. We had an amazing day and even got to hit frog knocker. Then all of a sudden, this kid starts talking to us, turns out he was Russian and his name was Nick o lie. He offer us some weed, and offered us vodka, and he ripped it on skis. That’s the day we met a Russian skier

He’s a Russian skier

He’s a Russian skier

He was like a kid but had a mustache but came from the east coast. He wore bright ass rainbow jumpsuit but he liked vodka the most. He fell a few times but didn’t die, we rode to the end of the day until we wave to him goodbye. That’s the day we met a Russian skier.

He’s a Russian skier

He’s a Russian skier

We rode all day and he left early to hit a bar. We kept going until the end and rode to the car. We packed up our crap and drove down the mountain, we wanted burritos so we stopped by the fountain. We pulled into the parking lot, and standing there at his SUV was the Russian Skier. We were like What The Fuck? Where did he come from. He was the Russian skier.

He’s a Russian skier

He’s a Russian skier

Yeah, He’s a Russian skier