It’s not that you can’t ski but that your skis don’t like you and want you dead.
Left ski talking to the right ski while owner is in the lodge:
Right Ski: “Yo, Leftie, do you think our skier knows what he’s doing?”
Left Ski: “Are you kidding? My tail is completely worn out from this backseat gunner!”
Right Ski: “Yes, he is ignoring the sh*t out of my shovel.”
Left Ski: “I think this guy thinks he’s in a Barker Lounger.”
Right Ski: “Dude, you said that because we were at a high price, we wouldn’t get such a joker.”
Left Ski: “I don’t know what happened. I think our graphics are too colorful and shiny and attracts idiots.”
Right Ski: “Yes, this mofo’s got me on edge. I start to chatter the second he clicks in.
Left Ski: “Apparently, he only knows how to tip when he’s got a beer in his hand.”
Right Ski: “Well if this guy hits another rock and then forgets to tune me one more time … “
Left Ski: “Say no more. I’m starting to feel a little catchy with my edges if you get my drift.”
Right Ski: “Ya, me too. But we’ve got to time it just right if we are going to get a new skier.”
Left Ski: “Perfect! He was just bragging to someone about skiing the trees after lunch.”
Right Ski: “Nice!”