Yeah I fucked my shit up! The weird part was that the slope was packed but when I fell I was alone, very alone. The landing took my breathing away for a moment and then gave it back in rapid short breaths. I am pretty sure it sounded like I was laughing; laughing at the fact that I accidentally went off a jump backwards and all of my 160 pounds landed on a 2" portion of my right butt cheek. i am pretty sure Solitude would just like me to keep to other resorts; the mountain made me fall in the same place I did last year when my mom made me go to the clinic to "get stitches" in my forehead. So I paid $50 to sit in the bar and drink a $30 tab of PBR! Go Team CAsshole. (I didn't actually get stitches in my forehead, I refused.)

also please note: Gabe suggested that I keep my first sentence the way it was and My sister T. likes "freshca" and thinks Rhode Island is a country.