I used to play ultimate Frisbee, and I just got a reputation for making popcorn at parties. I don't mean to brag on myself, but I make the popcorn in the pot, and it comes out fine every time.
I always had the ability to throw a frisbee pretty well. I don't why.
Things have been invented because of alcohol. Like the taser, okay? Yeah! The morning after pill, okay? The reach-around. Judge Judy. What has pot given the world? Hackey sack? YEAH! Hilarious ring tones? OH GAH! Ultimate Frisbee Championships? It sucks to be a champion at a sport that can't get you laid. It's an unneeded skill like, I dunno, being the best banjo player. Or a squirter.
When you unite the nothingness of your mind with the nothingness of the Frisbee, then the Frisbee is not a Frisbee, and you are not you.
Sometimes I get really lonely. Especially when I'm throwing a Frisbee.
Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?
I think you should, yeah. You should wash your beard, then shave it off, nail it to a Frisbee and fling it over a rainbow.
YOU are using a frisbee as a plate. " "Uh, what? I'm not using a--oh hang on, this is a frisbee. Weird. " Victor glared at me. "Dude, calm down, I'll wash it afterward. It's probably dishwasher safe.
Playing frisbee with a five year old is amazingly similar to chasing after a frisbee.
Who'd have thought the Frisbee would have caught on?
Hippies, hippies. . . they want to save the world but all they do is smoke pot and play frisbee!
I have an American top hat that's collapsible and works as a frisbee.
Transform yourself. It is not the opponent that will change, or the Frisbee. They will change in relation to your change. You must change.
I like playing frisbee. It is the only sport where you can throw something at a person and it's okay.
I'm glad that our God is not the guy with a pony-tail who wants to toss a frisbee with His saints.