
Is Ann not a real blonde? Via the always entertaining Craiglist.
I Think Her Name Was Ann Coulter, On The Slopes That DayReply to: anon-69503141@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-04-21, 1:12PM EDTMany years ago, I met this blonde on a company ski trip. I think her name was Ann Coulter. She came as a guest of another employee.
She had a slender body and long blonde hair. Some guys thought her face looked alright, while others thought she looked masculine.
On the first night at the resort, about a dozen of us came back from a bar and gathered around a fireplace. Things were mellow and most were drinking beers. Ann opted for a huge mug of decaf. Opening the fridge door, she asked, “Do you think this is still good?” picking up a quart of ½ & ½ left by the previous occupants. “It expired, but it smells alright, I guess,” answering her own question, Ann poured all of it into her mug.
“Hey, you sure you want to drink that stuff?” One of the guys showed concern. “Don’t worry. I’m always right,” replied Ann.
The conditions on the slopes were miserable the next morning. It was very, very cold and the slopes were too icy. We let Ann tag along with us because her friend decided to take snowboarding lessons that morning. I must admit she looked pretty darn good. She wore a headband, sunglasses, and a shimmering white one-piece jumpsuit with a white turtleneck underneath.
The upper part of the mountain was mostly ice. The right side of the slope, near the tree line, was 100% ice. The left side was O.K. To my surprise, the slender blonde managed the icy runs beautifully. With her blonde hair in the air and her white suit seemingly floating on the snow, she was carving the most graceful turns big and small. She glided through the snow with ease, and appeared almost weightless. She was simply a thing of enchanting beauty that morning, an absolute joy to look at.
After a few runs, we gathered at the top. “Time to eat.” Said one of the guys. “O.K., is there a restroom at the halfway lodge?” Asked Ann. “Yeah, but it’s closed today for repairs. We have to go to the main lodge at the base.” That was at least 15 minutes away. Ann looked a little panicked and said, “You boys go ahead. I have to pee. I have to go in the bushes, because I’m about to burst. I’ll join you at the lodge.”































