In touch with the ground crowd,
I’m on the hunt mic, I’m after quizzing you.
Scent and a sound. I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf Dingleberry.
Strut on a line it’s discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine (while) I’m after quizzing you.
Mouth is alive all running inside
And I’m hungry like the wolf Dingleberry.

Hungry Like the Dingleberry

With apologies to Simon Le Bon, et al., the Dingleberries co-opted and incorporated a bit of 80s flair into their name Thursday night at 21st Ave Bar & Grill, and appropriately so.

They were hungry. And thirsty. (As evidenced by all the empty beers.)

That’s what happens at the end of a long night of PubQuiz, amidst a comeback of epic proportions.

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