Weather: Fricken Cold.

Conditions: Good to very good.

Trails are great, I even heard 8 west was very good going to Wakefield. GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE, it’s snow time. Seriously I really have nothing else to say, all reports were very good.

I met up with Princess last night, she kept me out a lot longer than I wanted to be.

One day in the future, BarackObama has a heart-attack and dies
He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

“I don’t know what to do here,” says the devil. “You are on my
list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here,
so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ve got a couple of folks here
who weren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them go, but you
have to take their place. I’ll even let YOU decide who leaves.”

Obama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened
the door to the first room.
In it was Ted Kennedy and a large pool of water. Ted kept
diving in, and surfacing, empty handed. Over, and over, and over.
he dived in and surfaced with nothing. Such was his fate in hell.

“No,” Obama said. “I don’t think so. I’m not a good swimmer, and
I don’t think I could do that all day long.”

The devil led him to the door of the next room.

In it was Al Gore with a sledge- hammer and a room full of rocks.
All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time.

“No, this is no good; I’ve got this problem with my shoulder.
I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks
all day, commented Obama.

The devil opened a third door. Through it, Obama saw Bill
Clinton, lying on the bed, his arms tied over his head, and his
legs restrained in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica
Lewinsky, doing what she does best.

Obama looked at this in shocked disbelief, and finally said, “Yeah
man, I can handle this.”
The devil smiled and said………..

(This is priceless…)

“OK, Monica, you’re free to go.”

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