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Our initial plan to disc golf at Kensington was foiled when the shirtless pro disc golfers informed us there was league play in progress. Fearful of long waits (and more shirtless pro golfers), Steve, Keith, Lisa and I decided on the usual Cass Benton course instead, while Lindsay was assigned to clean her house. Lisa was sufficiently intoxicated to provide ample entertainment, and the game was uneventful until a stinky hippie tried to steal my Valkyrie disc. I was forced to beat his patchouli smelling ass until he coughed it up and fled into the woods, leaving his dime bag for us to enjoy. Surprised we were not yet sick of each other, we reassigned Schwartz to the group for some mongolian BBQ. A game of frisbee disc torture followed in an attempt to discover who would suffer the worst non-lethal injury, followed by 1 vs 100 and shenanigans to round out the evening.