Sal, Soul Sister.

By sally

Race of Fools

Spent the day drinking beers and skiing deck to deck in Beaver Creek. Some genius went around storing booze at each and every deck. They don't call it the race of fools for nothing. This was the last deck, when all the guys decided to whip it out and see who was most manly. Dudes are strange.

(the delay on my little cannon thwarted most action shot attempts)

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