That's right. Girls younger than you probably do do butt stuff as well. But you'll never know. Since you got so mad at me.

Ok since nobody knows what I'm talking about I'll explain: last night, I found out that one of my favorite quizzers on one of my favorite teams was born in 1977. Because another favorite quizzer on that team decided to show me his drivers license. Naturally, I had some questions for him: OMG. You're not 28? Do you own a car? Do you own a house? Do you have a job? Are all your friends married? What is life like? 

I'm a child of the 80s - a spring chicken if you will - and was unawre that my one of my favorite teams was made up of men, and not boys. Shocked! Shocked. But he got mad. Real mad. I guess my being inquisitive about life in your thirties appeared insulting. But I just really wanted to know about it. That's all. What will happen now? Will The Dick City Boys ever return to the quiz? Will I ever go out for that drink? Ugh/Sigh. 

1). Best team name was obviously Girls our age do butt stuff. But you know what. Girls my age do too. I guess you'll never know since your mad at me.

2). Regarding The Cornballers - I loved their guess of Gefilte Fish for R8Q1. It's like they knew I was Jewish, and that I've made that stuff from scratch before. Weird.

3). Suck It, Bitches was extremely enthusiastic. Extremely. So enthusiastic in fact, that a member from another team for one answer, just ignored the question and wrote "I am getting concerned about the level of excitement regarding correct answers coming from a certain team. Ha. 

4). The bartender Jeff (Francy, or, Devin, is real name) got an AMAZING and dapper haircut. He looks sharp. So. That. Seriously. That was worth mentioning in this blog.

5). Somebody's going to hurt someone. See how dumb out of context the lyrics to Heartache Tonight look? Right. So: word to the wise. Don't pick a random lyric and assume it's the title.

See you next Wednesday!

You guys, we had standing room only last night, and I didn't tell anyone this, but my thumb was like, really hurting. I fucked it up playing volleyball last week, and it still really hurts, and when I look at it, I can tell something is wrong with it, but when I show it to other people, and show my normal thumb, they are like, yeah, no. But I just want to be one of those cool girls that breaks a finger playing a sport and like, doesn't know it's broken. And then just keeps playing. And finds out later that her thumb was broken, and was like, "oh, whoops." That is bad-ass.

Ok, I know no one cares about anything I just said, except for me (heh-heh, :::sweating:::), but I assure you that it serves a purpose, as seen in my top five from last night:

1). R6Q4: I PLAYED DOOM AS A CHILD. And. Much like the top paragraph of this post. No one seemed to care about that spectacular fact except for, well -- except for myself. But I did. I did play DOOM. I also played DOOM II. I don't remember anything about it except for walking around, changing weapons, and shooting. Don't remember the concept. Nothing. But I knew then, in 1993, that playing DOOM would make me the ultimate hipster lady. 

2). Speaking of things that no one else was excited about, one team put Rumpelstilskin for R6Q1. Yes. The answer was wrong. But it was such a funny guess. Funny meaning horrible. And it helped me to decide that the tie-breaker for 2nd place would be determined by Cookies & Beer and WYCKD SCEPTRE drawing a picture of ol' Rump reacting to the song "Lightening Crashes" by Live. Two amazing comebacks. Only one winning team. Well, two losing teams actually, because neither of them got 1st. 

3). My favorite moment of the night was when I accidentally forgot to tell Brohemian Rhapsody that they were in 11th place. And, as I was saying "and in fifth place," I saw them getting excited. They were like, "There's no way! There's no way! OMG!" And I was like, "Yeah, there is no way. I forgot. I forgot to tell you. You're in 11th place." 

4). The most underrrated team name of the night was Clown Ponies. Because. It was like a cross between ICP and Bronies. 

5). I'm not going to pretend I wasn't offended when What's Brad Pitt going to cum on now? Didn't sit near me. They sat the furthest away. What the hell is that all about. Playing hard to get? I know how to play that game too. Just watch. 

Solid quiz. So many teams. So many boys. Whoops, said that out loud.

See you next week! 

One member of Mississippi Jack & The Mythical Clitoris took it upon himself to sing, over and over again, a snippet of said song after the Menachem Begin question. UGH. My signature UGH. But I was also laughing. So it was ha + ugh. There were points in the quiz where I had a really hard time actually speaking between my sore throat and laughing so hard at that team. They were especially funny last night.

Maybe it was the whiskey shots they took. Maybe it was the fact that one of them was still rabidly mad at me for mentioning that last week, their team (note - entire team is responibile for this) had a whoopsie daisy, and thought that the clitoris was imaginary. It is a very, very real part of the body. As real as veneral disease, which they got right. So...looks like everything lines up pretty well for that team I'd say.

A top few from last night's quiz:

1). Registered Republican Juggalos. They do it on purpose. Because they know that I am obsessed with Juggalos. I love how the team known formerly as WYCKD SCEPTRE knows so much about me. Juggalos. Veruca Salt. UGH. It makes me bashful. I wish that team liked me as much as I liked them. 

2). How about team Nope? How about team fuckin' Nope. More like Yep. More like your two person team kicked ass. I can only imagine what would happen were your team to have three people on it.

3). I love Treat Yo'self! Love saying it. Love doing it. Love the team name. Have a secret crush on the guy in the glasses who was on that team. So what, so I said it. 

4). Reverse 3's Company pointed out to me, after I mentioned that George Bush Sr. wasn't fat - he was svelte - that svelte is, like, totally a midwestern thing to say. To which, a member of That Ain't Gravy agreed, which then leads me to my next and final item, regarding a team member of That Ain't Gravy, and a question he had for me: 

5). It's true that I get asked out a million times a day. But - I am sorry to say - I must not ever date a quizzer. Alas. It will never be. 

See you next week!

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