I had to figure out a way to Heliski this

I had to figure out a way to Heliski this week. We just got a hugh dump, I love huge dumps, and now Bluebird skies. Then it came to me, "what if I offer the guide

Hugh some free tuba lessons in exchange for a ride up Mt. Mistake in his helicopter. He agreed and we were on our way. I had my powder skis, two granola bars and an extra hat. What

I didn't have was ski boots. Crap, we were half-way up the mountain and we couldn't turn back. I told the chopper pilot and he said, "that's okay, I forgot to gas up!" I heard the

prop begin to sputter and wheeze. The pilot put on the only flotation device and jumped out. I jumped into the cockpit, grabbed the joystick and pulled on the reserve gas choke

as the plane went over and began a death spiral to the left. I closed my eyes reached out to my angel, Ecanus. Suddenly, the engine roared to life, the plane righted itself, and

overcompensated to the right! "Ecanus, oh my God, what are you doing?!" I screamed at my guardian angel, to which he replied "Don't take the Lord's name in vain." The plane, doomed

submarine. I was under the impression we were in a plane! My lungs filled with water as I tried to breathe one last breath. A seahorse came up to me gingerly and swam in my mouth

as if it were a cosy cave where he could raise his kids in.Seahorses make great fathers,but this was already too much!I spit it out,along with all the water and when I got

to the end of the spitting process, I glowered at Mr Seahorse and his kids. "My mouth is a home for nothing but my tongue," I told him. They cried, but I have a cold, cold heart.