I love it when I have a little audio to drive in the fact that you MISSED THE DONKEY KONG QUESTION. Twice, most of you.

But you do have some totally sick game systems. Check it out:

The Sellwood Public House is a great little get-away on Wednesday night, we’re starting to see some teams of noteworthy status stopping by to wrestle down the cash. It’s been close battaling too. All the teams tonight did their best to get that cash. Except for Mostly Confused, who totally lived up to their names. They SUCKED so bad tonight. They missed more questions than I have seen in a VERY long time. In fact, I don’t know that I have EVER seen a team do so poorly. It was amazing, they knew very few answers, yet they *did* have a handy pronunciation guide to shove down my throat all night. Mostly Confused, Thanks for that. And for this commentary on My Mother:

At least, finally someone nailed described my Mom.

One of the coolest things about the Sellwood Public House is that after the quiz, each and every Wednesday night, this group of English/ Irish/ certainly not just American, men and women comes in, takes a place at their table and they begin to sing. They sing songs about Ales, and Loves, and all kinds of shit that is SOoooo cool you feel like you’re in the UK, hanging at a pub that’s been there hundreds of years. It’s a unique place the Sellwood. Like you, the great quizzers. Very unique.

Tonight’s big win went to Honestly Abe, they beat out the Cattle Prodigy by ONE stinking point! That’s the way to play the wager game boys and girls. Honestly Abe totally nailed it. Well done. They led the night with the Bingo bonus win, and kept ahead all the way to the end. Not much ahead, just enough ahead.

One final note folks. If you’re say, I dunno..sitting at the bar, you know, watching the game, and maybe there’s a person in the room hosting a live event with a microphone and a speaker system, it might be in your best interest to AVOID confrontation. Besides that, I don’t care if your Brother and Father have Phd’s you look like someone the cat dragged in and let’s face it, it’s a BAR TRIVIA GAME. So, *ahem* just back off. I’ll clarify to the best of my ability to the PLAYERS, but you don’t need to come over after you’ve been an ass to again say to me (safely now, cause I don’t have the mic in my hand, I get it) how I am indeed wrong, and then follow up my incredibly astute reply ‘Whatever” with a smarmy “Thank You”. You, good Sir, are now imprinted in my brain. And if you speak again in my prescence the full wrath of my smartassedness shall fall upon you. You’ve been warned.