Mar 26 2005, 01:56 PM
Howdy ya’ll. This is Ken Billy again. I was-a-wonderin’ if any of you knew them driver-discs can be kinda dangerous. I found out the hard way the other day...Why don’t ya’ll sit a spell and I’ll tell you ‘bout it.
Me and my buddies, Daryl and my other buddy Daryl (they’re brothers) went out looking fer something to do and I told ‘em ‘bout “disc-golf.” Well they thought that sounded like a might right thing to do fer the afternoony and we headed off to the drive through liqueur store to buy me some discs. Well, I got one of them drivers that said “Valkaryie” cause it had some goofy gal with wings on it. Then I got a disc that said “Avair” on it and I told my buddies to git some of their own discs but they wouldn’t listen at first.
Daryl (the older one) got him a case of Budweiser from the cooler and the other brother Daryl got him a big ole bag of pork rinds and a pound of jerky. I finally got them to buy one of their own stupid discs so we could each have one. Then we headed off in my 73 F100 pickup to the disc golf course thingy.
On the way them stupid Daryls started drinkin up the bud and of course they were all lickered up by the time we got there. Them idiots drank the whole durn case before we got to the first tee and they were just as blind drunk as ever.
We got up to the first tee and I was a tryin to teach them to throw but they’re so lickered it was like trying to teach a chimp how to write. Well the younger Daryl got up on one of them concrete pads and I was a standing A LONG way off to the side when he threw my driver. Except, the he let go of it too late. That durn disc hit me right in the forehead. I howled like a banshee and I had a blood spurtin’ EVERYWHERE. Them stupid Daryls thought it was hilarious while I was a cussin like a sailor.
Well, after the doc sewed my forehead up with ‘bout 7 stiches I reckon I ain’t never gonna try to get them [*****] Daryls out on the course with me ever again. Watch out fer them drivers, they’s dangerous.
-Ken Billy
Me and my buddies, Daryl and my other buddy Daryl (they’re brothers) went out looking fer something to do and I told ‘em ‘bout “disc-golf.” Well they thought that sounded like a might right thing to do fer the afternoony and we headed off to the drive through liqueur store to buy me some discs. Well, I got one of them drivers that said “Valkaryie” cause it had some goofy gal with wings on it. Then I got a disc that said “Avair” on it and I told my buddies to git some of their own discs but they wouldn’t listen at first.
Daryl (the older one) got him a case of Budweiser from the cooler and the other brother Daryl got him a big ole bag of pork rinds and a pound of jerky. I finally got them to buy one of their own stupid discs so we could each have one. Then we headed off in my 73 F100 pickup to the disc golf course thingy.
On the way them stupid Daryls started drinkin up the bud and of course they were all lickered up by the time we got there. Them idiots drank the whole durn case before we got to the first tee and they were just as blind drunk as ever.
We got up to the first tee and I was a tryin to teach them to throw but they’re so lickered it was like trying to teach a chimp how to write. Well the younger Daryl got up on one of them concrete pads and I was a standing A LONG way off to the side when he threw my driver. Except, the he let go of it too late. That durn disc hit me right in the forehead. I howled like a banshee and I had a blood spurtin’ EVERYWHERE. Them stupid Daryls thought it was hilarious while I was a cussin like a sailor.
Well, after the doc sewed my forehead up with ‘bout 7 stiches I reckon I ain’t never gonna try to get them [*****] Daryls out on the course with me ever again. Watch out fer them drivers, they’s dangerous.
-Ken Billy