July 1, 2008

Have you ever watched three dudes jog onto the beach, one twirling a Frisbee on his index finger? Yeah, you have. Instinctively, much in the way a sand crab knows to pinch toes, the three chums form The Triangle.

The first throw is pretty good. Sure, the guy misses it, but come on, it’s early.

The second throw sails over the third pal’s head. Dude?! Where did you learn to throw a Frisbee? Mexico? The Triangle loses its classic shape at the Frisbee is retrieved.

The third toss lands several yards into the ocean, and now people are getting irritated. Have you tried aiming? No. Have you tried fucking yourself?

Uh oh. The fourth toss becomes a sideways pie plate that rolls like a BC wheel and stops no where near anyone. You threw it! You get it!

Now the three Frisbee boys are no longer friends, and a once pleasant afternoon is ruined by a plastic disc. Later, a man is found dismembered and folded in a glove box. Coincidence?

You never see Hippos throw Frisbees.