Frisbee of doom
Many, many years ago (I remember when all this was fields you know!) as one did in the early 90s, three of us spent a day getting ripped to the tits on cheap weed and dubious acid while wandering around the leafy streets of Surrey. Being monged out of our minds we decided that to entertain ourselves we would throw a tennis ball between us as we walked (for eight or nine hours as it turned out, but hey we were easily pleased).

Staggering out of the pub at closing time (see told you it was a long time ago), we proceeded to wander down the road still throwing the ball and giggling like numbskulls until young Phil (of bloodhound eyes and dubious standards in the opposite sex) luzzed the ball a little too hard resulting in it landing on the roof of the 24 hour garage.

Dejected and crestfallen we stocked up on rizzla and tabs at the garage, then noticed a frisbee in the window. 'Gis the frisbee mate, we lost our ball' - fully armed again, G ran across the road at the pedestrian crossing and waiting until a bunch of cars were approaching, hit the button and waited for the lights to change. As said cars came to a halt at the lights, he threw the frisbee across (nice throw too - very smooth flight) - straight across the bonnet of the policecar that was the first at the lights.

Hmmmm, one quick burst on the woowoos and a very stern telling off later, we were sent on our way - pockets still brimming with class As and Bs, and our tails between our legs. Not the behaviour the police expected from a bunch of adults apparently.

Length? from one side of the road to the other.
(clockworkkillbot, Fri 21 Sep 2007, 15:49, Reply)