I Can Throw A Boomerang Like A True Bloke, But I Still Throw A Frisbee Like A Girl…

Chris bought a Frisbee to fling around.  He bought the best one that he could, which still wasn’t saying much since they tend to only sell those light, thin, touristy ones around such public scenic areas.  We threw it back and forth for a while.  And when I say “throw,” I mean that I enjoyed my catching completion percentage while he was often chasing my tosses into the ground.  He kept blaming the wind.  I kept knowing he was just being nice.  I just can’t get the damn technique down.  At least I can throw a boomerang like a true bloke, so that will have to be enough in my book.