Have a seat on your porcelain throne.

It's time to talk some shit on the Powell Movement.

Welcome to the Powell Movement.

I'm your host Mike Powell, and I'm stoked to say that a lot of you really like the 420 episode,

especially the stories from my good friend Bob Landers, and you let me know it.

Funny thing is, I've always thought that Bob would be an incredible guest for the podcast,

but since he's not a pro snowboarder or in the industry, I've never put him on the show.

But you know what? Bob is a professional. And I can't tell you at what, because've never put him on the show. But you know what? Bob is a professional.

And I can't tell you at what, because that would put him on blast. And I'll let him do that to himself

because I'm going to record the best ski bomb episode ever with Bob Landers. Why? Because I want to.

And with the show winding down, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to as long as

it's awesome. And I know that you're going to love Bob's episode. He's lived the life of epic proportions, especially for a ski bum who's no bum at all, like homeowner, property owner, all kinds of different stuff that he's all been able to roll up under the life of a ski bum. So that's going to be one of my podcasts in the near future. You also seem to be loving my intros lately. Who knew I should never have had a filter on? And while I could try to force some political bullshit into the podcast this week, I don't go into these intros thinking I have to voice my opinion. But when I get into a rant, it's because I'm fed up with the fucking bullshit and most of the time it has to do with our country. And right now my dog is playing with his penis right now. So if you hear anything fucked up, that is my dog, not myself. It happens all the time, but I'm letting you know in the podcast right now because like I said, it's the end of the podcast. I'm doing whatever I want in these intros, and you're going to hear it all.

So, like I said, when I go on these rants, I don't plan them. They just come out of my mouth. And really, lately, I've been thinking a lot about the draft. And if you're on the wrong side of history, I hope your kids are drafted first. And if they die, they die. At least they're doing it the name of our supreme leader, the Ayatola of fucking assholes.

Honestly, if you're a red hatter, I don't want your kids to die. But if any kids have to go, I want your kids to go first. Then we'll have less dumb people in the world. But if that happens, I'm not going to be here. Like I said, my kid won't be fighting for anyone ever. I taught him to use his words not to kill strangers. So if there's a draft and they're trying to pull American kids in that don't want to fight for our country, well, we're going to move if we have to do that. But enough about the killing people bullshit. Let's talk about a brand that's killing it. More importantly, it's co-founder's story. I'm talking about Chris Garson and his brand Pitfiper.

They have been at the forefront of trends over the past decade, and it's one of the most polarizing sunglasses sunglasses brands on the planet. And Pitfiper really isn't polarizing,

but they make polarized lenses, and I wanted to play off that, and I did. But Pitfiper's all

about fun product, good times, and a party

mountain vibe for all. It's the ski school business episode with the co-founder of one of the

most interesting sunglass brand stories of our time. Before we get into it, I want to thank you

for listening each week. I want to thank the casualties for putting on a sick show the other

night. The highlight or the low light of the show for me was when a buddy bought me a beer. And that's usually a good thing. But at a show like the casualties, you don't want a cup of beer in your hand because you know it's going to get exploded all over you because things are going crazy everywhere. So you really just want to be aware of your surroundings. But just as a song was starting up, I'm taking a sip of my beer, and when I get my cup halfway up, I look and in the air is like a 50-year-old, old plunker, and he's flying through the air with no respect for his body, just jumping off of the stage, and his head made contact with the bottom of my nose and the top of

my upper lip. My beer exploded everywhere. We still are able to catch the guy and make sure that he

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