To me by my doubles partner: "How much money do you have? I'm going to have one Hell of a Chiropractor bill after carrying your fat ass all night."
To me by my doubles partner (same guy): "Does you Husband play disc golf too? If he was here maybe we could use one of his tee shots."
To me by my doubles partner (same guy again): "Are you sure that was a Roc? I mean, I've seen a lot of Roc throws in my life, and I've never seen one fly that bad before."
To me by my doubles partner (yup, same guy): "I'm not sure you understand what we are doing here. We want the disc IN the basket."
To me by my doubles partner (still the same guy): "If they gave World Championships for foot faults, you would be the man. You're the fucking Ken Climo of foot faults."
To me by my doubles partner (usually on the back nine after he has run out of insults): "Have you ever thought about, you know, finding a new hobby or something? Something you might be good at? 'Cause you suck at disc golf."
Furthur wrote:Either get a lighter one, throw harder, or find a disc with more glide.