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With winter hoopz snow'n Stewie're'a fun combination. 'Never understood how so many folks'd allow'emselvez'da miss oud'onn'att.
'Granted, wit'da lack'a ground clearance, yer not gonna be goin' out reliably in anything more'n 3 inchez (especially once itt'z frozen'n become jagged, plastic-eatin' chunkz) azz'da best snow'z in'a worl' ain't gonna'doo'diddly when the li'l fellerz belly'z upp on'a snow'n thoze snowz're a'spinnin' in'a air.
When yuh come right down too'itt . . . winter'z jus' like summer.
Only colder.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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