I like playing frisbee. It is the only sport where you can throw something at a person and it's okay.
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.
Playing frisbee with a five year old is amazingly similar to chasing after 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'm glad that our God is not the guy with a pony-tail who wants to toss a frisbee with His saints.
I always had the ability to throw a frisbee pretty well. I don't why.
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.
Who'd have thought the Frisbee would have caught on?
I have an American top hat that's collapsible and works as a frisbee.
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.
Hippies, hippies. . . they want to save the world but all they do is smoke pot and play frisbee!
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.
