So first thing when I wake up I read on twitter that Donna Summer died this morning. Donna Summer, was, allegedly, I'm told because I'm not that old yet, considered to be the "Hot Shit" in the 1970's. I only know who she is from the song "I feel loved" (how the fuck do I do links in this blog software? ... oh the tiny little link button... fuck maybe I am that old). Anyway, because I went through this raver phase for like 7 minutes back in the late 90s and wore gigantic baggy pants and bought ungodly expensive turntables and have milk crates full of vinyl records in my basement that I never play anymore, I know Donna Summer's "I feel Loved" is one of the first credited "techno" songs in history. And if you ever come to Geeks Who Drink at my bar, I try and play a random assortment of music that most drunk people will like, but mostly I play techno and electronic and an odd dubstep song or two, so believe me when I say I hold Donna Summer in the utmost and highest respect, and it's sad she died. But the LITERAL first thought that crossed my mind when I read she died was, "Damn... why couldnt that bitch have died yesterday so I could have had fun reading donna summer team names at geeks who drink?" And then when I realized that the SAME FUCKING THING HAPPENED 2 weeks ago when Yauch from the Beastie Boys died the day after quiz night and I was pissed about that... I realized Im a horrible horrible person. But then I realized I did get to do a "Dick Clark in a Box" joke a month ago when he died, so I felt a little better, but I know im still a horrible person.

So thats why Im giving back the $55 million dollars Geeks Who Drink gave to me and moving to africa.

Anyway! Last night was a great time for all that showed up! "Space Monkeys" were newcomers to quiz night much to the glares of our regulars "In the FACE!" "Miner 69er" "Kinky Fuckery" and "Interpretive Dance" who have all come 2 or more times. They got all but one questions on round two for 15 points and then they jokered for a massive early 30 point lead that they barely held on to all night. </Interpretive Dance> who I chose to read off their team name as "interpretive dance" and not "close tag interpretive dance" (yay people read the blog and get my close tag html jokes lololololol im so alone), provided lots of laughs for me on the scoresheets all night. First they mistook the camels ass in round 5, for a crab, which... you know... do crabs even have asses? Then instead of guessing putting lipstick on a pig in round 2, they put "pearl necklace" which... you know... who puts a pearl necklace on a pig you sick fucks? I mean... it sounds fun and invite me out to the farm next time you do it, but dont like... tell the world we did it in a team name on quiz night or anything ok? That'd be great. And then round 6 which they appropriately labeled as "the round in which we knew we were fucked" because yeah... when you just write the name of the round sequentially in the answer fields... you know... youre gonna have a bad time. Also... who directed "Lock, Stock and Dialect 1960s 2 Smoking Barrels." again? I think it might have been Guy Purple Monkey Dishwasher Ritchie.

See ya next week guys!