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I cannot get that song out of my head. I won't complain about baseball, it's like apple pie and sexual repression: distinctly American. But that song, it has bore a hole into my soul and set up a shop of infernal demons who only know one chorus. Sung at the top of their lungs, the only reason to take them out to the ballgame is to beat them to death with a bat. Oh yeah, and a hot dog. Mmm... hot dog.
Fourth Place Team didn't live up to their name; they are actually the first place team. Go you guys! The oddly original bastards #Occupy Pearl Street7 stole second with a strong Round 2 joker. Rounding out the pack of winners was Invisible Children: Let's Find a Cure who were very, very quiet about their achievement.
Thanks everybody for coming out to the final night at the Pearl Street Grill. Stay classy!
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I friggin' love owls. I have a ton in common with them. We're farsighted, our ears are placed on our head asymetrically, we are silent when we fly, and we eat mostly rodents. Wait? What? I guess the simmilarities have to end somewhere. But they still kick ass.
Proving that they are in fact the 1% the lads and lass of Occupy Pearl Street showed y'all how it was done in Round 2 and carried that bump for the rest of the quiz. Where in the World is Wellington Mathers? Good question, last night he was crushin', pimpin', hatin' and takin' second. It was TOTAL GNOMEAGEDDON! Proving that denim and shampoo are a combo worth of the halls of Valhalla, the Never Nudes stole 3rd in the last round from Snitches Be Crazy.
Oh yeah! Happy Birthday Lilah!
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Pearl Street Grill: bastion of ill-repute, playground of debaucheries small and large, house of hallways and hotdog throwers. And then, there’s me: A bright-eyed, fresh faced, young(ish) upstart looking to host a quiz. I’d like to think we each changed the other, but let’s be honest, you don’t change the Pearl Street Grill, she changes you.
Now, I curse a blue streak, I eat lit cigarettes, and I play rugby with mountain lions. I know you’re thinking, “Geeze, this guy sure does like to exaggerate. Give it a rest already, guy.” Well, you hear that? That’s the sound of me having your mom whacked…by your dad.
Thanks, Pearl Street Gill.
Anyway, it was a fun night filled with drunken outbursts and slurred speech. Snitches be crazy was the sleeper team all night. Constantly in second place, they waited for just the right moment to strike. And strike, they did. Snitches walked away with first place and $25 in bar tab.
Hotdog down a hallway… led most of the night, until the final round. Ah, the double-edged sword of using your joker in the second round. Sure, it gives you a big boost in the short term, but if you can’t maintain it, round 8 looks more and more gruesome. At any rate, Hotdog won second place and $15. Not bad for a night’s work.
An Apple a day keeps Steve Jobs alive (too soon!) was the rowdy group of the night. The beer flowed like wine, and it all flowed into the mouths of Apple. None the less, this team was a hoot and a half to host, and they even walked away with some prize money. $10 make you holla!
For the internet bonus prize, I gave away some crazy blue dildo-bubble-blower thing to one lucky girl from Snitches be crazy. Enjoy, young lady! Maybe you could even learn a trick or two that would enhance your social agenda.
So that’s it. I’m gonna go skin a tiger with some nail clippers and impregnate Arabian royalty. Until next time!