I may never understand what makes people want to try to do things like this. I'd much rather hang out in the ski lodge with some bourbon and a few snowbunnies. But I'll certainly raise my glass to those crazy bastards out on the slopes when they do those things this well.
Of course, before I went anywhere near a ski resort, I'd vacay someplace where the ice is only found in daiquiris. Especially if it's where Ms. Jan J. is:
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