So I found some enormous, ridiculous, giant ski boots and then wobbly, wobbly I get on the ropes.

Black men ski. Black men ski.

Licking boots, my boy, licking boots.

Ski on water?

My boots!

Fredo 'Boots'.

sevenleague boots.

Stew says Black Men Ski

Bit like a...ski jump.

Ski tracks in the snow.

Your boots, sir.

Anybody got any clues? Ski. Right.

What else would you ski on?

Sami has black boots.

Lord! But them boots!

And no hiking boots.

Where are my boots?

Give me those boots.

My boots are missing.

Your boots are muddy.

Watch your muddy boots!

It matters to boots.

Who made these boots?

Who made these boots?

You made these boots?

Don't forget your boots.

Climbing boots, ...alpenstocks, ...blankets.

Bring us his boots!

Where are his boots?

I'm looking forward to our ski trip.

Do you know how to ski Smith?

l m not a ski instructor, even.

And good boots are scarce.

George, concentrate. Bones, not boots.

The boots, my good man!

Last winter, I went to Canada to ski.

I don't know where my ski gloves are.

In the Cedars the ski slopes opened today.

I put on ski socks instead of slippers.

What else can we do? Black men ski. Black men ski. Black men ski. Some kids I'll describe as friends say I am race obsessed. The luxury of your opinion shows that you are blessed. See, I have poems about sunsets flowers and the rain. I've read them to policemen but it was all in vain. So black men ski. Black men ski ... elegantly. Black men ski. Black men ski.

They're boots, anyhow, said the Voice.

The same with the football boots.

That's a marvelous pair of boots.

Take my boots home for Mueller.

I'll bet he stole those boots!