...Alone again, naturally.
The winds of fate pushed me
once again, back to the Basin.
That's all good though, Breck
was absolutely inundated with peoples,
Gooberville, bigtime. I mean if you
were abducted then dropped in
Breckenridge, you might think
that maybe you had been released
in Oklahoma or Texas if you were
judging by all of the license plates.
Hey Me, where me at?
Why it's Montezuma Bowl of course, all smashed n stuff.
"21" was a very average number today.
But an average ski day is...
...a pretty good day always, word.
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