Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for December 19, 2004

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"Playing frisbee, gents?" "Frisbee golf!" "This is the third tee." "Mm-hm... And where's the hole?" "Stop sign. Way over there." "par?" "Three" "May I?" "you?" "Whatever, dad. Knock yourself out." ZING! CLANG! "WOW!" "I was captain of my college ultimate team."