Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
Alex: My lips feel like soft red marshmallows.
Tobin: Wait, this is my fourth stick. No giraffe has 4 penises!
Steve: ...and if I'm wrong, may god strike me down right now!
(pause)
Just kidding god. Yo, please forgive me.
By his walk we could all tell Alex had caught the frisbee between his butt cheeks. Bravo sir, bravo.
Randall: I'll tickle you for a dollar.
Christine was so involved in her game of frisbee she never saw the runaway bull coming.
Working the groove...feeling the flow.
Paka: The perfect disc! Now I pray.
Avery: I hab no wips.
Shasta: I hab no wips eeder. Dis is pun!
No one knew Irene had replaced the frisbee with a circular saw blade. But we should have realized the tree branch didn't fall on its own.
I swear this is the same pose as in that famous bigfoot photo. Coincidence?
Catch the frisbee, be the frisbee, worship the disc of eternal love.
The butt thrust is essential to getting height on your toss.
