It takes a lot for me to admit that I’m not good at something. But I must admit I can’t throw a Frisbee. Can’t do it. Never have been able to. Don’t know why. I think it’s because god knows only squids play Frisbee and he didn’t want me to be a squid so he blessed me with anti squid/anti frisbee jeans. Anyway this is the long way of me saying I’m marrying Cornhole. Probably top 5 cornhole players on the planet. This 4th of July I’ll bet a night with the First Lady vs. any of the young sluts at Nobadeer. That’s how confident I am. I’m going to fuck Kan Jam because this seems like the new it game and relies less on a perfect Frisbee throw and more on intangibles. That means I’m murdering polish horseshoes because I think I could throw a Frisbee 100 straight times and not hit the bottle.
Marry – Cornhole
Fuck – Kan Jam
Kill – Polish Horseshoes

















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