Once again yesterday evening we had a fantastic night of quiz. Everyone in the place was playing and I hope you had as much fun as I did. Let's examine last evening in detail.

We started with a round based off our fantastic Suggest-A-Round feature. Not familiar? Look up on the right handside of the page. There you can submit your own rounds, request rounds or just share whatever ideas you may have about quiz. Yeah, Yellowstone is great, but it's no match for the mountains of Tennessee. Also - a good aircraft codename will never actually identify what specific model of plane it is. I've never been in the armed forces, but I'm almost positive on that one. Our music round featured songs whose titles never show up in the lyrics. I'm proud that most corrected answered song was by Buffalo Springfield.

Our round 3 was a speed round and it had us identify films that gave Tom Hanks awards. Sadly not included: Bachelor Party, Splash! and Joe vs. The Volcano. Round 4 was all about traitors. Fun fact: one time I almost died and my last words would have been "Lando Betrayed Han." Really. That's how badass I am. Also - AWAN BUWH!

Our visual round featured some really big hair. There was no love in the room for Howard Jones. Sorry, Howard. Remember, things can only get better. During our sixth round we got clinical. Sadly, no one really remembered Diagnosis Murder (which by the way I'm fairly sure can't ever actually be diagnosed). Also, pay attention - way to many people named The Who rock opera (Quadrophenia) instead of the illness (schizophrenia).

Our second audio round had us traveling to some far out places. No, Funkytown isn't real, but I never said it had to be. Tupelo? TOTALLY made up. Finally we came upon our final random round. We learned that Hantavirus isn't scary enough unless we call it virus sin nombre. Also that blood oranges sound much happier in Italian (sanguinello? Yes, please). In the end, two teams made it to the top after battling all night long:

Second Place
In Space No One Can Hear You Shout Out The Answers

First Place
Pink Velvet Sausage Wallet

SCORES!

Pink Velvet Sausage Wallet                      	72
In Space No One Can Hear You Shout Out The Answers	69
Penile Thrombosis                                  	67
I Rocked 80s Big Hair                                  	55
Marooned                                           	53
Dick Chaney Has No Pulse                          	52
Super Pwnzr Roflcopter                               	49
Arizona – Go Big Or Go Back To Mexico              	48
Arctic Gangsters                                   	45
Touched By An Anglo                              	43
UFFDA                                            	24

True statement. You know how you know it's true? Because yesterday afternoon I got off a plane, took a shower and a nap and then came up to Casey's to get all quizzy with some of my favorite people. That's how much I love you guys.

I have to admit, I didn't want to come back. I was having too much fun drinking overpriced plastic containers of everclear and fruit punch while betting on every single baseball game of the day and getting pictures taken with a black Elvis on the strip. But, then I thought about how sad you would all be if I didn't come back, so I did. And y'all made me feel all warm and fuzzy in my guts.

Item! We've got ourselves some new Quizlings rocking with us at Casey's, and they seem to be a force to reckon with. Bovine Intervention or The Fluffy Bunny Fuckers if you will, joined us for the first time last night and they brought some scary wisdom. That wisdom being a scary retention of the names of every member of every band from 1982 to 1988. I personally don't know if it is a valuable skill to know that Mike Score is the dude from Flock of Seagulls or to be able to name every single member of Duran Duran, but these are the sort of things that come in handy when you least expect it. That said, you have all been warned.

Finally, I want to float out an idea for all y'all to ponder. Our dear friend and journeywoman Quizmaster Heather is a little pissed at me for not having her cover for me while I was out of town. I feel pretty bad because Heather was the first person I met when I took over Casey's. She gave me lots of great advice on the bar and the soundsystem and helped me supply you guys with the awesome thursday night that you have to come to love. So, here is the thought I am entertaining right now; Let's have Heather fill in for a night while I wander the bar in a fake mustache answering only to the name Esteban De La Sexface, which is Spanish for Steven of the Sexface. I may even do a little dance. Let me know what you think. Heather is a super awesome quizmaster who doesn't get enough mic time these days. Also, if you're lucky, I may sit down at your table and bring absolutely nothing to your game.

Score Report

Rock Me, Ama Stamos                     70
Circle of Cool                          69
Bovine Intervention                     65
My Last Name Is Stepleton Not Stapleton 52
Ice Cream Pooping Tacos                 44
Purple Cobras                            6

Hello once again out there in blog-o-land. I thought I’d take this time to put on some Barry White, light a fire, and lay you down by it.

Listen Prickly Pete’s, I think we’ve had a good thing going. I’ve been gently caressing you with quiz questions for the last few weeks now, and you’ve slowly opened yourself up to me. I think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level. I know you’ve been burned by other so-called trivia companies before, and I just want you to know that I’m a Quizmaster baby. I’m here to stay.

That night you got all hammered on free promo shots, who was there to hold your hair back? That night the crazy drunk frat boys frightened your lobsters in the $2.00 lobster tank, who was there to remind them how small their penises were? That’s right baby, yours truly.

So now, I think it’s time you started getting my back. If you can’t hear my questions because some wayward group of people can’t stop waggling their jowls long enough to let me get a word in edge wise, take matters into your own hands. When I’m asking a bonus question, and someone shouts out the answer expecting to get a free beer just for being the loudest mouth in a 50 ft. radius, I want you to write down that answer and show it to me so you can smugly walk up to the bar and say, “One free beer, please, for I answered the bonus question!”

In short, I want this relationship to work baby, but I can’t do it all by myself. I think, with your help, we could carve out a little Thursday magic for ourselves. Something other quizmasters could be envious of. I was even thinking about asking you to Geek Bowl. But you gotta believe in your heart that what we have is real, Prickly Pete’s. I know it can take a while to feel safe and comfortable in the arms of a new quiz, but you need to know that I’m willing to put in the time to make something glorious. All I need is a Prickly Promise that you’ll do the same.

Your internet bonus prize last night was What would bacon do? won by the very shiny Craig.

Congrats Craig! Now go home and ask it a bunch of existential questions about the nature of human behavior.

The first place prize at Prickly Pete’s has been dominated by the same team for the last three weeks. Last night saw a new king of geek mountain. Aqua net is better than a tuna net proudly hoisted their $30 bar tab at the end of the night, with Unpainted Arizona finishing in second place.

Pictures!

Unpainted Arizona proudly display their $20 gift card. Thanks you guys, and congratulations!

And here we have the two-person team of Aqua net is better than a tuna net very excited about the $30 gift card for first place. Thanks for coming you two! You rawked it!

Aqua net is better than a tuna net  55
Unpainted Arizona                   50
The herpes incident                 38
Big Dizzy                           32
Franko                              12

augh, wrong bar agaaaaaain

Last night the Rackhouse had a very special round 1. Designed specifically to appease the anger of the Righteous Steve, it was like two round 8s in one, and the scores looked the same too! Thus began the night of "BLAME STEVE," for which almost everything needed to be blamed upon this dude's head. And of course, he wasn't here. So it all went to shit. I was so excited to have Steve come up and read the questions, too! :( :( :(

It *could* have been epic! Instead, what is this. I get a Round 7 that's crap, and no Steve, and - and - and - finally a word I couldn't pronounce in all of quiz.

Physicianly. WTF is it like, we can just throw an -ly on anything anymore and call it a fucking - I was so bad at pronouncing it and everyone was so bad at answering it, I just picked the bonus question from Steve's round and asked them about those disgustingly vile musicals.

...look, really, you can sense the lack of passion, can't you?

You can feel there isn't a certain jouie d'vivre?

I have to tell you, it's because I'm hurt.

I'm hurt by Geek in Review.

Some of you may or may not know about this blog, in which bars are featured for their content. Now, my bone is a large one, you see, for they have a certain bar named A Bar Named Sue.

A note:
This bar has a much funnier QM than I am, so I am always excited to read their blogs.ver, a few weeks back...

They were featured for penis illustrations.

Those of you who read this blog know of a certain team called the Mean-Spirited Losers. These folks leave me some of the most disgusting answer sheets this side of the Mississippi. They are lovely, lovely people, but fact is, one very no-longer-curly-haired member has a serious... addiction, as it were, to veins, and bumps, and the exact texture of pubes. According to his wife, Cassandra, she has to warn people when they come over to the house that there are dicks everywhere.

Again, ain't nothin on A Bar Named Sue, Boba Fatt's one serious, seriously funny chick. But my golly. MY GOLLY.

To ignore such artistic cleverness is really just a travesty into and unto itself.

Observe.

Now that I have gotten that off my chest, let's talk about the quiz proper.

Tonight was pretty epic with some seriously drunk teams hangin' out and tonnes of folks present who weren't quizzing, so we had a little difficulty at first with the audio rounds gettin' the individuals to pipe down. Otherwise, it was a pretty smooth going... I can only think of one round in particular that was a real crapshoot, being name-the-city-for-the-song... that... The Rackhouse isn't always the best audio-round zone to begin with, and my poor quizlings had a little difficulty puttin' it all together.

There is one thing I must bring up.

THESE GUYS COME OUT HERE, EVERY THURSDAY, PUT THEIR A-GAME ON AND STILL. No matter what! Without fail! It's 4th. This is ridiculous. There must be a way to break this curse. This sort of frustration has not been seen since... since... since ever, really!

I announce it now. The Little Lebowski Urban Achievers will have their day. Perhaps it was just too much...

PBR. THE GAME KILLER BAD BEER.

AND NOW, FOR YOUR WINNERS...

THIRD PLACE...

SECOND PLACE...

AND NOW, FOR EVERYONE ELSE ♥...

AND YOUR SCORES:

Muppet Baby's Mama 					71
Pea Puree						66
Good to the Last Drop					65
Little Lebowski Urban Achievers				64
Mean-Spirited Losers					63
Battle Stags (Now With Surveillance Does!)		61
I'm Here for the B.S.					53
More Drinking than Geeking				52
Ladies Who Drink					46
Suck It							43
I Am Sick of Home Depot					39
Tar Heels						39
Beers & Brains						37
Captain Americans					37
Schaeft Nutz						36
Flying Hivenboods					35
The Underdogs						29
Schaef-d-Nuts						28
Penguin Warriors					20
Sphinker						19
David Bowie Might Be G					6

I love this job. No, it doesn’t pay the bills, but it helps, and I feel I’m a natural at it. I love accumulating and sharing random bits of knowledge; I’m a foul-mouthed smartass; I’m a decent writer (at least in the blogging sense). This is the only job I’ve had that actually puts me in a good mood; that’s worth a lot to a melancholic son of a bitch like myself. This is why it pisses me off to no end when someone fucks my shit up. One of the rules of Geeks Who Drink is “Don’t fuck with the Quizmaster.” Well, there were far too many people breaking that rule last night.

As I noted, I love this job, and one of the reasons for this is that I get to say whatever the fuck I want. If it pops into my mildly unbalanced mind I just go ahead and say it. But when you add kids to the mix I suddenly have to watch what I say. It fucks up my mojo, because now I have to pay attention to the shit coming out of my mouth, rather than simply being myself and going with the flow. This does not please your friendly neighborhood quizmaster, and it nullifies part of the Geeks Who Drink charm. As such, I’m going to give out some parenting advice, and it’s absolutely free! And since I had to keep my potty mouth in check last night, I’m going to vent the excess by lacing this motherfucker with as much profanity as possible.

This is Jack’s foul-mouthed catharsis:

Listen up, fucktards! This is America! Americans like to eat! A shit-ton! We don’t give a shit what it is, as long as it’s filled with juicy, life-enhancing fat and cholesterol! Make a burger made from the supple, fat-drenched meat of an endangered species of three-toed sloth, cover it in baby seal blood, and serve it with a side of lard-laden fries made from the hearts of hydrocephalic kittens and you’ve got yourself a meal! And prime-time chow time in this fucking country is between the hours of 5 and 8pm. You wanna eat at 8:45 at night? Go to fucking Italy! It’s hard to find an open restaurant before 8pm, and they’re happy to let you sit around and take your time. They serve healthy shit like seafood and vegetables. You’ll love it.

If you insist on eating your dinner later than 8 and you’ve got a gaggle of your slack-jawed progeny in tow, then go to fucking McDonald’s or Chuck E. Cheese! A sports bar is not the place to bring your kids! It is not a place for your 10-year old, and it sure as fuck ain't a place for your 3-year old. If you walk into a restaurant and the bar and dining area are within spitting distance of each other, then turn your dumb motherfucking ass around and find another place to eat. In fact, here’s a tip that will save you the effort of leaving your car: if the place has neon signs hawking alcohol in their front window, you should probably take your kids somewhere else!

Why? Because a sports bar at night is a place for adults. Adults like to loudly expound in graphic, gag-inducing detail about the broads they’re nailing, and yell “Fuck you, motherfucker! I can’t believe you fucking dropped that piece of shit pop fly, you cock-eating knob-gobbler!” at the TV. If you think this is the kind of atmosphere in which your kids belong, then I encourage you to try a new garnish at your next family meal: it’s called cyanide, and it really spices things up!

Here’s what not to do if you have a kid: bring your kid to a sports bar; completely and utterly fucking ignore your kid while you play in some low-rent poker tournament; allow your kid, either by utter neglect or by encouragement, to spend half a pub quiz annoying the ever-loving fuck out of the quizmaster. The quizmaster is working, and the quizmaster’s job description says nothing about babysitting. Does the quizmaster bring his cat and new puppy into your work and let them hang out in your cubicle? No! Why is that? Because the quizmaster is not an inconsiderate fucking douchebag!

If the quizmaster was a douchebag, he would, in this particular situation, contact the criminal underworld of Denver, and, while you’re busy being a deadbeat piece of shit father, sell your child to Ukrainian slavers for a hefty profit. Your kid would then be forced to work all day in the stink of his own feces for the kingly sum of one bowl of cold, day-old borscht per day, along with several glasses of homemade wood alcohol. Said alcohol would have the benefit of keeping your child in a docile state, but would have the unfortunate side effect of eventually blinding him. Once blind, he would again be sold, this time to some extremely fucked up monsters who make snuff films featuring blind former slave laborers.

Or the quizmaster could just look the other way while you're too "busy" to notice that drunken off-duty clown dragging your kid into the bathroom.

On the other hand, you could avoid all this by sacking up and being a responsible motherfucking parent and keeping your children out of fucking bars! I know it’s a pretty wild idea, but perhaps you should give it a whirl, just for the fuck of it. And if you don’t? Well, then I’ll be forced to fucking shank you with my pen, mang.

This has been a public service announcement, brought to you by Dr. Gryffindork’s Committee For Responsible Parenting.

…Aaaaand I’m spent. Here are a few Unofficial Awards.
Team Name of the Week goes to Wu Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin’ To Fuck With. You know I’m down with the boys from Shaolin, and on any other night I would have played a little Wu, just for you. I think it’s safe to say that we all know by now why I was unable to do that, which segues nicely into my next point: your quizmaster ain’t nothin’ to fuck with!
The Need For Speed Award goes to Late Is Better Than Never, the only team to know that the callsign of Maverick’s F-14 was Ghost Rider. See, this award is amusing for two reasons: it’s a Top Gun reference, as well as a prompting for these guys to get their asses to the quiz on time.
The Hi-top Fade Award goes to the Slackers, the only team to correctly identify the hair of Kid (from Kid ‘n Play) on our visual round.
The Who Knows That Shit?! Award goes to Hose A, B, and C, the only team to score higher than a 3 on the most difficult Round 7 I’ve seen thus far (they got a 5). Honestly, who knows that shit?!

Final Scores:

Late Is Better Than Never                     51 (+1 for tie-breaker)
Wu Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin’ To Fuck With       51
Slackers                                      49
Hose A, B, and C                              48
Lou Holtz                                     36

I really like the team The Rural Jurors because they put variations of Zappa for all the answers they didn't know like Zappa & Son and Dr. Zappa which was really fun. They also put Stairway to Heaven as the answer to almost all the songs for round two. Anyway thanks for the laugh.

I wanted to apologize if I seemed a little frazzled at the being of the quiz. I was not only flying solo last night but there was some kind of art show going on at Nomad and they were in my spot. I didn't want to disturb them because they seemed like nice enough people so I set up at the table next to them. I felt uncomfortable not being in my normal area in fact it threw my whole night off. Also, they were a spirited bunch and I had trouble hearing myself think at the first half of the quiz. I learned a lesson last night...from now on I am going to kick people out of that area because I like it there. Maybe I am crazy but do any of you know what I am talking about? Have you ever had someone take your favorite parking spot at work? It is not yours technically but you park there every day and when someone takes it, your day just feels off for some reason.

I digress let's talk quiz...I had a lot of funny team names last night but the winners of the free pitcher of beer was The best part of Country music is the Cunt. I also like the names The Rural Jurors and Jersey Shore Cast Demands pay increase new tanning bed tax breaks bank. Last night we had a close game Jim Hensons Crack Babies had the lead pretty much the whole game but in the end The Best Part of Country Music is the Cunt won.

Thank you for coming out this week! Remember to come check me out this Monday I will be performing in the Charlie Hodge Show Live at Cap City Comedy club.

Cheers,

Becca

Who's purse guys?

Scores

The Best Part of Country Music is the Cunt		                75
Jim Hensons Crack Babies		                                74
Arschspalters Pronounced Ashbiters and means ass crack			69
Mel Gibsons not so evil twin	                                        69
The Rural Jurors		                                        54
Brilliant Bitches	                                                48
Jersey Shore Cast Demands pay increase new tanning bed tax breaks bank	39
Beautyface and the butt tarts		                                11

As I've often said, one of the highlights of being the Quiz Master at the Dnote is getting to bask in the light of your shit wit. Sometimes it's an example of you grasping at straws of some tasty tidbit of information you heard long ago and sometimes it's your decision to not just be wrong... but to be wrong with style. For example:

• The codename for Maverick's plane was Ghostrider, not GhostWRITER. Nor was it Muffin, Rhymes With Bagina, or Gay1.

• Mel Brooks character Dr. Richard Thorndyke suffered from High Anxiety, not priapism, much to his wife's chagrin.

• You would think that Jem's pinkish/purple hair would be enough to set her apart from other famous cartoon characters, but apparently despite her best efforts her coif still resembles He-man's, Inuyasha's and "that hot chick from Voltron".

• "Joe Flock" was not the lead singer in Flock of Seagulls.

• Judas Iscariot hanged himself. He didn't accidently die in a auto-erotic asphyxiation mishap or pull a "Carradine".

• Lake Titticaca is just fun to say, even if it is wrong. Yes, I AM that immature.

• While Funkytown is never associated with a specific place, people seem to think that it is synonomous with Dover, Tokyo, Philadelphia, Fort Worth or Detroit.

So here's to you, Dnote. You make it so right to be so wrong.

The Scores:

Senor Mooseknuckle                                       68
Major Tom's "Last Stand"                                 59
Couch Surfers                                            58
2 Girls And A Cup... Not Cone                            55
It's Sean's Birthday, Bitches                            54
We Voted For CJ Dippa                                    54
Forbidden DOnut                                          53
It's My Birthday... Free 3rd Base!                       53
Cathy and Jon                                            51
Quizmaster Can't Joust                                   50
$2 PBR's!                                                49
Drip Torch Baby Killers                                  49
Super Mecha Team Panda Awesome Mongoose Happy!           45
Bastard Children Of Elfman                               44
Ocho-Stinko and B.O. Can't Make The Bengals Smell Better 38
Melissa's Pandas                                         36
The Argonauts                                            36
Dope-Smokin' Grateful Dead-Lovin' Fans Of Baked Tofu     34
The Go Ghettas                                            8

So I had dreams last night that some of you and I were planning a trip to either China or Barbados. We decided on Barbados because an old woman told me that in China the Toyotas are swerving all over the road. I guess I’ll see you in Barbados.

Our first round was all across the board. It was a compellation of questions from our suggest a round website feature. It was a great start for The Lollipop Guild, too bad their start was the beginning of a flat line, but a good start just the same.

Rockzilla you know your music kids. They may not sing the title in the song but that didn’t stop you, you knew them anyway. Flipadelphia and Axis of C’Ville both rocked scores of 13! Nice job!!! It was also a great round for Starcraf II: Wings of Celibacy with a score of 10!

Tom Hanks rarely surprising in films surprised us here tonight when we realized what films he’s actually been honored for. It was either a 5 or 6 for all of our teams as you all gave it your best but in the ended up like all the rest.

Round four was titled traitors who aren’t named LeBron. I think its some sort of sports reference or something. Here we got our first perfect score of the evening thanks to the Axis of C’Ville.

Round five was crimes against hairmanity. There were some doosies on the hand out tonight. It’s amazing to think that we really did that kind of stuff to our hair. I mean I didn’t, cause I was a child in the 80’s, I never even had feathered bangs…

Round six you all seemed to want to play a little doctor. I’m ok with that, we even had a write in for BDSM doctor. Scandalous. Round six was read by Elizabeth who was auditioning to join the geeks team, well done darlin’.

I accepted nominations for who should receive a shot from me after round six and here were your responses:
“Chris cause he’s a guy in a skirt”

“Elizabeth…because we want her loopy before we eat her alive! NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!!!”

“Eric, because he is going to Brazil and is scared of getting his crotch waxed.”

“Donny, my porn machine (i.e. Laptop) was fixed today. Let the games begin.”

And the winner:
“Justin, because he got fired today but we haven’t told him yet.”

Our 7th round was not your crowning glory as you could not get to what cities ad towns they were singing about. It was a myriad of threes and fours with an off putting six.

Congrats to Ankit from the axis who won our fantastic F-Bomb air freshener. Eric was pissed he wanted that real bad.

Trance Bands Bite Me (formerly Carl Sagan’s Ghost) is looking for a new name after they discovered that there is a trance band named Carl Sagan’s Ghost. I am now accepting suggestions on their behalf. They rocked round eight, well done gents.

We may not have had a dance off but that does not mean we didn’t have dancing. Shake it Kar:

Here are the funny cartoons you all gave me this evening.

Well done to all our teams tonight, but these three teams turned up top of the heap:
In 3rd Place:

In 2nd Place:

In 1st Place once more:

Thanks to all of our teams tonight! See you next week.
Your,
Sweet Caroline

The Scores

Axis of C’Ville						77
Flipadelphia						68
Starcraf II: Wings of Celibacy				57
Trance Bands Bite Me (formerly Carl Sagan’s Ghost)	55
The Lollipop Guild					54

Some people call me superstitious and who the Hell knows, I may be, but I should totally arrange for a broken down, stroked out aging ex-hair band rocker to play downtown EVERY Thursday. Really, do you think for ONE SECOND that it could just be a coincidence that NOT ONLY did the percentage of pathetic, desperate women in tight clothes with big hair increase on the night that Brett Michaels was doin' his thing not a block away, but that the quiz was packed to the rafters as well? Seriously, I see this as a good thing...In fact, I'm about ready to start making a few phone calls and booking the surviving members of Dokken for next week. Hey, what about a Ratt reunion tour? Think Warrant still has a couple shows in 'em? I fucking guarantee Slaughter would jump on stage for a little cash these days...

Anyway, like I said, GREAT turnout tonight at Old Chicago in Colorado Springs...Just the "welcome back" gift any quizmaster would love. Along the same superstitious lines as before, maybe I should just go to Las Vegas every other week, leaving Justin in charge to do his cameos in my stead. If history (tonight) is any guide, the number of teams would continue to increase exponentially until the bar was unable to hold the crushing mass of humanity AT WHICH POINT we spill into the street and I start reading questions while dodging traffic. LIKE FROGGER. Goddamn, that would be fun. Wait, where were we? Right, right, the blog and NO, I'm not "on" anything. Geez...Let's shift gears, here are the pictures from Thursday, you WILL love them. You have little choice in the matter:

Just like I said. PACKED. To the RAFTERS, even. I love scenes like this.

So you've no doubt by now heard of Paul, the German octopus that correctly predicted the outcome of the World Cup. Well, meet Paul. Paul's new job is holding my microphone and generally being awesome.

Kids, meet Proper Villains. Well, ok, so you can't actually SEE them...And that's because, like the slide there says, they just radiated too much awesome to be photographed. Like...Some creepy group of creepy vampires or some shit. Either way, they played well enough to achieve 3rd place, but my camera apparently Shit the bed and didn't capture their smiling faces for posterity. Never fear, though, the remedy for this is to come back and place NEXT week! Yay!

OH! OH! Before I get too far into the teams that placed, I need to introduce you all to Suzanne. Suzanne knew the answer to the email question and is a BIG WINNER in the email question prize giveaway extravaganza of awesomeness. SEE? She won a kick-ass prize that is either a pen or a french tickler. Either way, I can safely say that she was tickled to win.

2nd place tonight was owned by It's Cool, We Brought Our Moms. They were, in fact, in first place until like round 7 and just couldn't hang on to win. NEXT TIME, kids. I am totally counting on you (and placing monetary wagers. thank Christ this thing can be fixed).

And once again, the triumphant team is Despicable Hamburger. SO MANY QUIZ TEAMS and you crazy smart mofos still rise to the top. Great job!

Scores! It's all about math, apparently. I don't like math. Math tells me that I don't have a billion dollars in my checking account or that I owe a bunch of people a bunch of money. I HATE YOU, MATH! I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! For now, though...Courage...And scores!:
The Scores:

Despicable Hamburger           67
It's Cool, We Brought Our Moms 63
Proper Villains                55
That Guy                       54
Buzz Gave Me a Woody           52
Voltron Wannabes               50
Big Damn Heroes                47
Jade                           46
Tribe Slap-A-Ho                45
Only an Inch or Two            41
Table 7                        36
Atomic Squash                  35
Ketchup Crew                   35
Lito                           32
Kamikaze Tators                31
Hugh G. Rection	3              31
Ask Me About Being Awesome     27
Mothership                     16
Forceps                         4