A group of friends played the Hippie Non-Sport of Ulitmate Frisbee for like 2 hours yesterday. I contend the more I make fun of how non-sportish this game is, the better I play. It's like all the non-hippie-ness power in the world is harnessed in me and I rawk this game hard. The unfortunate by-product of this phenomenon is the chronic aches and pains I feel in the hours following.
What's that you say? No, it's a non-sport...it has nothing to do with exercise. That's crazy talk.
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We're sitting in church yesterday morning and start to sing this song called "Amazing Love" written by some guy in the 80s. I swear to you that it was originally written for Superman 3 and all the composer did was change the lyrics to something spiritual.
Amazing Superman
what a sacrifice
He came from planet Krypton
Son of JOR-EL, is on T.V.
Lois Lane, is his main Squeeze
And fights for me, He fights for me.
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Try this while watching TV: take the music and and lyrics to the commercial you're watching and add "and here's my rabid dog"... anytime that commercial shows a dog on the screen.
I promise, you'll laugh.
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