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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