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Hanky Pranky

Know what skiing’s hourly wage minions—lifties, busboys, instructors, patrollers, janitors, snowmakers—have in common? Age. A young one. Somewhere in the 20s, not unlike the frat boys in Animal House. As such, they live for punking and pranks and stashing a horse in Dean Wormer’s office (or, in the case of Alta miscreants, a live goat in Snowbird’s patrol shack). These skiers never lose the urge to make super-fat hockey stops that spray friends with butt-loads of snow. Whether punking their friends, strangers, or rivals, they simply devise

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