d21lewis on 12 September 2011
I know you can't fly. That frisbee has been on your roof for two years, now. Everyday, when you leave to go to work (and sometimes, when you pee on that bush beside your house), you look up at that frisbee and you sigh. See, I know you really want to play frisbee and if you could really fly, you would have gotten it by now.
