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The Warlord has a funny story to tell you.

A couple of days ago, I got back to school from a short holiday. I rested for a while, and then got together with a friend to play frisbee in a park near campus.

It was dark and we were both assing off, and before long, the frisbee got stuck in a tree. My friend looked around for something with a bit of heft to toss at the disc so as to knock it out of the tree. He pulled his keys out of his pocket as the first thing, said something about "I'll make sure to keep the important ones."

I told him not to risk it. As I told him this, I reached to my hip without thinking, and pulled my keys from where they hang on a carabiner at my belt loop. Again without thought, I flung my keys at the frisbee.

The jingling metal hit the disc, sending the plastic to ground.

The keys decided that I was playing penis toss, and a small upthrust branch some twenty feet above the ground was the dong to encircle.

Only I could make this happen.

My friend and I proceeded to try to get the keys down, throwing at them a water bottle and rock we found (the keys have a flashlight on them, and I had the presence of mind to turn it on before I let fly). We called police, and a park ranger came up, shining his flashlight up into the tree. He told us that there was nothing he could do to help us, and that we'd need to check on things in the morning, "but at least nobody's gonna take'em."

My friend and I went to our office on campus to get a chair and a pole. We used these to try to get te keys, and failed again. At that point, we gave up, and went back to the dorms (he and I work in the same office and live in the same building).

In the dorms, I had to report ot the main desk, as my key to my room was hanging in a tree. I reported what had happened...to much laughter...

"What happened?"

"I seem to have misplaced my keys."

"How?"

"...I got them stuck in a tree."

"What?"

"Yep, stuck in a tree."

"How?"

"Well, we were playing frisbee in the park, and got the frisbee stuck in a tree. Then we threw things at it to knock it down. I tossed my keys at it, and the frisbee came down to earth. The keys decided not to follow."

"Oh, okay. What room are you in?"



I had to do it again the next morning, when I went to the park office early in the morning. At that office, they couldn't help me, "all [their] tree-keeping is contracted out." So I hiked over to the maintenance barn, and was lucky enough to run into a dude who had access to a long, telescoping, hooked pole.

I now have my keys.

And I didn't have to pay any money.