Clark Kent says: 2011 has already been a rollercoaster year filled with a lot of boobage. Find out why after the jump.

DJ FLO and I are on the run again and only one of us are ducking charges. In Aspen for the X-Games again, we decided (moreso I did) to have a more PG-13 extravaganza, choosing to try and survive Mother Nature instead of partying with a lot of drunken mother’s. I had been watching a lot of Survivorman and wanted to test my mettle against the wacky weather we’ve been having. FLO, on the other hand, was here for business — and entertained my aspirations for adventure with $#!*s and giggles.

“With the weather as messed up as it’s been lately, they should take the show down to D.C.,” I remarked while surveying our surroundings. “Yeah, maybe Obama would come through,” FLO jokes. The landscape was just as amazing as it was when we left. This time the quest focused on elevation in a different sense. For me it was about getting high off my own supply, crack jokes, and not be so anti-social. After getting settled into our cabin by the North (I’m getting better with sensing directions) — we got ready for FLO’s gig with Sneaktip at the Hunter Bar. My, oh, my… there were plenty of Bambi’s to fawn over. Who thought that white girls loved funk? We partied major to live get-down music provided by Memphis Tenn and drank cold brews with Colorado’s own DJ Dtale.

[Download: Dirty Powder Vol. 2]

I could only handle so much smoke and partying so I got did my own hunting and explored Red Mountain… by myself. I had already re-christened Smuggler Mountain as The Smugger Mountain so it was best to just walk on the wild-side in the wilderness. “This is no Brooklyn,” I say to myself and the sounds of the night make themselves known. I had only been walking around for twenty minutes when FLO called me and said, “Yo, the after-party is at our place… Where you at?” Quicker than you could say “Charlie Sheen, coke, and porn stars,” I was on the way back to the cabin. Let’s just say that was a bad decision as I caught some blond bombshell’s bubonic plague virus and missed all the X-Games. Thanks to some Queen of Sheba long-distance loving, a boat-load of Hale & Hearty soup, and some Superman-like power naps — I recovered with hours to spare before the coup de grâce — The Sweet Life.

Full of ice cream, candy, and gorgeous girls — FLO, Jonesy, and yours truly partied like kings as we played the latest and greatest music has to offer. It was there at Snowmass Base Village Plaza where we learned two things:

1. No matter where you’re at in the world — when you play Rick Ross’ “Blowin’ Money Fast” it makes anyone think they’re Big Meech.
2. White girls really like Gucci Mane. I mean, realllllllyyyy like Gucci Mane.

[Download: Dirty Powder Vol. 2]

All in all, the night was full of insane antics, dance battles between broads, and a lot of consumption of alcohol. It was the stuff of legends and I managed to stay sober and sucker free. Maybe FLO’ll post the video over at his site. If you look hard enough, you’ll catch me in the corner dancing on somebody’s couch.

Clark Kent says: Be sure to download that official X-Games mixtape, Dirty Powder Vol. 2, and show your love to the homie DJ FLO over at Hustle & FLO.