The creator of the Frisbee, Fred Morrison (pictured above), died on Tuesday at age 90.His remains will be placed in a disc-shaped coffin which will then be flung at the heavens so that God himself can pluck it out of the sky.
Nice layout, God-dude.
[Christ, why did I have to do that? It's not even funny. The sad thing is, this whole post is just a set up for that shitty joke. I mean, do I really care that the Frisbee dude died? Don't get me wrong, he seems like a nice enough guy and I certainly don't wish harm upon his person, but c'mon, his death is really not gonna affect my life much. I guess I just feel as though I've been neglecting this blog lately and was looking for any excuse to write something... anything! Looking back, it's probably better if in the future I wait until I actually have something interesting, funny, or thought-provoking to say before I start posting. And I know what you're probably saying, "But Luca, why start now?" Really funny, guy. You're real funny. You should start your own blog. Asshole. I hope you catch a Frisbee to the throat. Okay, maybe that was too harsh. Sorry, sorry. But still... Jerk.]
