Years back me and my mate were using a car wheel trim as a frisbee, some old clunky, heavy thick plastic thing covered in oil and crap! Anyways, instead of chucking it at the passing cars (as was the rules of the game) my mate chucks it at me. Seeing this thing aiming straight for my head, he panics and yells out "Johnny" and as i look round its like the whole world goes in slow motion and all i see is the spinning disc of death aiming straight for my head. Then in the split seconds that followed, my mate finished his sentence by shouting "QUACK" and as a confused look crossed my face whilst i tried deciphering this command, the bloody wheel trim smacked my head and cut me pretty deep, as well as nearly knock me on my arse! My mate, in his concern, laughed his tits off and when he finally could control himself he said to me "sorry i meant duck, not quack"!
The ass kicking i gave him meant he wasnt my mate for a few years after that!
Funny thing is, when we started talking again, the
deleted all my Pokemon Red data from my Gameboy, so i strangled the little
until he passed out!
Dunno why i posted all that mind, i think this talk of weird things for frisbees took me back!