Yes. Drunk guy at the bar who yelled Bill Murray after every question, the answer to most philosophical questions is: What would Peter Venkman do? In this case, I believe he would say Back off man, I am a Quizmaster. So do please shut up. That is alright though, I understand that one needs attention. It is OK.

Smut Trash an' Crap had some things to do tonight. They came to kick ass and eat caviar. No one around here can afford caviar so they went ahead and doubled their efforts on kicking ass. Hipster Shit Bag With Fake Spectacles made a last minute stab at second place and edged out Kevin Has a Girlfriend by one point.

You do not want the Tickets that Exploded, no matter how hard they were to get.

Ah yes, Thanks For The Music, Ray. Nothing beats a little Hammond organ.

I am tired of all of this Smut Trash an' Crap. You are all filthy. Go to confession or something.

Kevin Has A Girlfriend could not be bothered to stop looking up answers all night. Jerks.

JERS! (I don't know what that is but when I would say it it got yelled back at me.)

Look at this Hipster Shit Bag With Fake Spectacles.

These kids have been Bringin' Tha Milk Since 1987. I like milk. It is a healthy nourishing drink.

Hey Hillary! Bengahzi And Take It Like A Man.

So what did we learn tonight? I do not have a solid old Jewish lady accent. There are shit loads of Marys in the bible. (Digression: Does the name Mary have a meaning?) All jokes in marriage sitcoms have been told. Repeatedly. Ad nauseum. They weren't particularly funny ever. Even in the stone age. Well, that is probably enough for one day. I have a buzz and things are hard to remember.

Happy Birthday, Jenna! Was a nice sentiment and the winning team. Finger Banging Boy Scouts was uncomfortable for me as well as our second place team.

On the cell phone there, you will see a picture of Shawl Berger, Channel 6 News. She is not that tiny or blurry in person, from what I am told.

Go Rusty, go!

Happy Birthday, Jenna! It is a shame that Jenna took the night off and does not read this blog.

Flying Squirrels rule. The critters, I mean. The team is pretty nice too.

I love the idea that Finger Banging Boy Scouts is a merit badge and that a whole troop of them can be found just finger banging away somewhere.

Well, hey there, everybody. My name is Cousin Chet and I was your guest QM for the evening. Chris was out with a strained hamstring from sitting too long on the tower or power (look it up). Or something like that. I wasn’t really clear on why he was out, only that I was going to get to spend the evening with you wonderful folk.

So, you’re probably wondering who the fuck I am and where the fuck I come from. I wonder the same things about myself from time to time (lots of memory loss due to some experimentation with mind altering substance while in college). Well, I can tell you this, I spent a lot of time playing video games growing up. I spent an awful lot of time playing NBA Jam, which is probably why I think DJ Jazzy Jeff is as prominent of an American as Bill Clinton. Also, most of the time I would rather be Jazz than Clinton. And yes I am aware that Jazz doesn’t exactly do much these days.

I don’t have much use for Australia. Yeah, I just don’t care that much for it. Their beer sucks, there hasn’t been a Crocodile Dundee movie in forever, and I’m not even sure what makes Australian Rules Football. I fairly certain it’s just an elaborate prank on gullible Americans. I will say I’ve seen some pretty good Australian movies like the Snowtown Murders and Priscilla< Queen of the Desert. But those are really the only two that come to mind, so my opinion on Aussie film may be skewed.

Alright, that’s all for this time. Maybe I’ll see you again soon. In the meantime I’m going to be spending my time watching Rectify. That show’s pretty great. That and Hannibal, mainly because I’m a huge Mads Mikkelsen fan. Yes, that is a thing.