Mad pow disease
When the powder is so thick you and your friends are like wild animals fighting over the last piece of meat and you end up looking like a snow-covered dumpster fire.
I tried to ski down the mountain and got run over by a pack of lunatics. My face is now a snow cone.
My friend went off the edge of the hill and came back with a face full of powder and a death wish.
I thought I was going to win the race, but I got tackled by a guy who looked like a snowplow.