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I have skied quite a bit and have had my share of fun/dread with some reckless things and silly drops, but never experienced these drops of 210, 230, and 245 feet (h/t, Theo). If I had, I would not be here to post this:
Jeez. If they dropped 200 feet and kept skiing, that would be cool, but they're all just landing on their heads or asses. Why drag skis into it at all? Why not just saunter up to the edge and roll off?
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Midget Launcher
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2008-12-05 22:31
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Wow! That was a treat, thanks. They gotta be nuts.