We were tossin’ the disc again today. It was a bit windy.

I hit another child… this one in the head.

I don’t know what the deal is. My co-workers try to blame my throws. But I swear it’s the wind. God wants to punish those little kids, and he uses my frisbee as his means.

thankfully this little girl didn’t start crying. It was a bit of a lofty throw, and it sort of coasted into her noggin, so it wasn’t too fast. Instead of the bawling that I was expecting, she turned around and gave me an evil eye like none I have ever witnessed.

I suspect it’d be similar to the type of response you’d get from a woman if you called her fat.