Scott and I are walking down a street, a really hilly street, like in San Francisco. We start making frisbees out of trash blowing along side us, it's really windy. Gusty, like a hurricane.
Our frisbees go really far.
A frisbee goes flying and lands in a small park set back from the road, about a half mile away.
"Wow," says Scott, "that one went almost 2400 feet. That's impossible"
"Well, that's how far you have to shoot when you're an archer," I reply.
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