Top 10 Ski Crash

Top Ten Freeski Crash Check it out!! All credits to the Filmers/Owners 📷🎥 Simon Dumont https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUqsznQyyz0 Candide Thovex https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDjIPJBq97s Jon Olsson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k24OGjohIVQ Matchstick Production https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1BetX9tik0 Teddy Bear https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOizCDgVDg0 Candide Thovex https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmFMS43rrG8 Jon Olsson Invitational https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YBqBjlH3nE Simon Dumont https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V2H9IdaxDg Tanner Hall https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY4Fcr7LUng Mike Wilson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWK5sK-yph0

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1. Next time it snows I'm going to try skiing a lot.
2. teddy bear lol
3. That's what you get for adding music to your tracks when it should be the original sound.
4. This is not the worst crashes but they are bad and really famous there is alot worse than this but i feel sorry for the guys in this video
5. Heh this reminds me of my first time. I got skiing lessons and I was speeding down the bunny hill trying to stop. The instructor kept yelling "PIZZA PIZZA" but I was panicking too much to concentrate. I ended up colliding with some little kid. I was fine, but my knee slammed into the kid's head, resulting in a major concussion. Blood was everywhere. Then the boy's dad, a tall, husky fellow started yelling at me saying that I killed his son so he pulled his ski mask off and I was face to face with the father of the child I just killed. Black, slightly graying hair. A receding hairline indicated he was going bald soon. Thick eyebrows, complimented with a goatee resembling General Zod. He proceeded to breath fire on my face until it was nothing but a skull covered in burned, charred flesh. But miraculously, I survived. I decided to get back at the father by impaling him with one of my ski poles. The pole went through his abdomen, probably punctured his intestines. He would die a slow, painful, septic death as the bacteria in his colon would destroy the rest of his internal organs, but then he just laughed and called me, and I quote "a foolish young boy who has much to learn." Figuring that further conflict was pointless, I decided to run away from the ski lodge and move to New Mexico where a fellow with the pseudonym named "Heisenberg" taught me how to cook crystal meth since his partner Jesse left him. I'm not a meth user in the slightest, but the drug empire was exciting and taught me things about life that I never understood. I had to leave eventually because good ol' Heisenberg kept complaining to me about how his wife "fucked Ted" and I got tired of it. Using the skills I learned about the criminal underworld, I went on a mission to Somalia to take down those evil pirates. Unfortunately my boat crashed into some rocks and I sunk to the bottom of the sea where I discovered the lost kingdom of Atlantis. I met King Triton where he called me a "strange fellow" but taught me how to breathe underwater. I navigated my way back to the US through the Atlantic ocean. Arriving on the beach shores of Florida, I met an individual known as Negan who knocked me unconscious with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire which he affectionately referred to as "Lucille." I woke up tied to a chair in some abandoned warehouse. Negan stood in front of me with Lucille, claiming he was going to "beat the holy fucking fuckedy fuck" out of me unless he told me where Rick Grimes was. I told him they were headed to Washington DC to find a cure to the virus that turned people into flesh eating zombies. He let me go, but not without a swing to the back of one of my knees for good luck. Limping on one leg, I made my way to the nearest Home Depot to buy some supplies needed to construct a prosthetic leg. I was just standing in the parking lot eating a bowl of ramen to satisfy my hunger, enjoying this fine fall weather. A bead of sweat glazed my brow as I was not dressed for the occasion in a black waffle shirt and jeans. In the distance I heard a baby crying. Motherless. Poor dear. But suddenly I saw a green figure coming towards me. Foolishly thinking it was a man in need of help I approached. But as it came nearer I distinguished that it was not a man, but a rather tall tree in a plastic pot. It made haste towards me and I stumbled over myself changing directions. I ran back towards the safety of the pavement but it had gained too quickly. With its wispy branch it grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, chanting some sort of inaudible chant. Next thing I knew the plastic pot had connected with my scrotum. There was no pain, just sorrow, grief, and a heave that resembled an inebriate after one too many beers. I collapsed to the ground. The world went grey. There was a ringing that resembled a flash bang grenade. And now I'm working an office job for a box company under a manager by the name of Randy Nations who laughs at my dreams of participating in a walkabout in the Australian outback.
6. le9 c candit thovex
7. 0:31 Been on bigger and steeper jumps tbh.
8. they don´t ride on skis
9. When you were you littlr and you rememebered to trying to do jumps ;)
10. Heh this reminds me of my first time. I got skiing lessons and I was
    speeding down the bunny hill trying to stop. The instructor kept yelling
    "PIZZA PIZZA" but I was panicking too much to concentrate. I ended up
    colliding with some little kid. I was fine, but my knee slammed into the
    kid's head, resulting in a major concussion. Blood was everywhere. Then
    the boy's dad, a tall, husky fellow started yelling at me saying that I
    killed his son so he pulled his ski mask off and I was face to face
    with the father of the child I just killed. Black, slightly graying
    hair. A receding hairline indicated he was going bald soon. Thick
    eyebrows, complimented with a goatee resembling General Zod. He
    proceeded to breath fire on my face until it was nothing but a skull
    covered in burned, charred flesh. But miraculously, I survived. I
    decided to get back at the father by impaling him with one of my ski
    poles. The pole went through his abdomen, probably punctured his
    intestines. He would die a slow, painful, septic death as the bacteria
    in his colon would destroy the rest of his internal organs, but then he
    just laughed and called me, and I quote "a foolish young boy who has
    much to learn." Figuring that further conflict was pointless, I decided
    to run away from the ski lodge and move to New Mexico where a fellow
    with the pseudonym named "Heisenberg" taught me how to cook crystal meth
    since his partner Jesse left him. I'm not a meth user in the slightest,
    but the drug empire was exciting and taught me things about life that I
    never understood. I had to leave eventually because good ol' Heisenberg
    kept complaining to me about how his wife "fucked Ted" and I got tired
    of it. Using the skills I learned about the criminal underworld, I went
    on a mission to Somalia to take down those evil pirates. Unfortunately
    my boat crashed into some rocks and I sunk to the bottom of the sea
    where I discovered the lost kingdom of Atlantis. I met King Triton where
    he called me a "strange fellow" but taught me how to breathe
    underwater. I navigated my way back to the US through the Atlantic
    ocean. Arriving on the beach shores of Florida, I met an individual
    known as Negan who knocked me unconscious with a baseball bat wrapped in
    barbwire which he affectionately referred to as "Lucille." I woke up
    tied to a chair in some abandoned warehouse. Negan stood in front of me
    with Lucille, claiming he was going to "beat the holy fucking fuckedy
    fuck" out of me unless he told me where Rick Grimes was. I told him they
    were headed to Washington DC to find a cure to the virus that turned
    people into flesh eating zombies. He let me go, but not without a swing
    to the back of one of my knees for good luck. Limping on one leg, I made
    my way to the nearest Home Depot to buy some supplies needed to
    construct a prosthetic leg. I was just standing in the parking lot
    eating a bowl of ramen to satisfy my hunger, enjoying this fine fall
    weather. A bead of sweat glazed my brow as I was not dressed for the
    occasion in a black waffle shirt and jeans. In the distance I heard a
    baby crying. Motherless. Poor dear. But suddenly I saw a green figure
    coming towards me. Foolishly thinking it was a man in need of help I
    approached. But as it came nearer I distinguished that it was not a man,
    but a rather tall tree in a plastic pot. It made haste towards me and I
    stumbled over myself changing directions. I ran back towards the safety
    of the pavement but it had gained too quickly. With its wispy branch it
    grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, chanting some sort of
    inaudible chant. Next thing I knew the plastic pot had connected with my
    scrotum. There was no pain, just sorrow, grief, and a heave that
    resembled an inebriate after one too many beers. I collapsed to the
    ground. The world went grey. There was a ringing that resembled a flash
    bang grenade. And now I'm working an office job for a box company under a
    manager by the name of Randy Nations who laughs at my dreams of
    participating in a walkabout in the Australian outback.
11. AWSOME
12. Nice Video! Check out my Skiing videos if you feel like it, full of crashes and fails :-)
13. Omg
14. Yeah airplane crashes are always a massacre:)
15. This numbering is fucked
16. 2/4=1/2
17. je vous assure que ils sont déjà meuilleur que moi xDDD
18. oh
19. 1:25 What a badass
20. Why do people always come in way to hot when they get their kit off? Is it to do with aerodynamics?