Quizzes by State

AK      AZ      CA      CO      CT      DC      IA      ID      IL      IN      KS      LA      MA      ME      MI      MN      MO      NC      NE      NH      NJ      NM      NV      NY      OH      OK      OR      PA      RI      TN      TX      UT      VA      WA      WI      

Quizzes by City

Select a City/State Near You     
Or, find a venue within of your zipcode:

Complete Quiz Schedule
 
For up-to-date schedule announcements and changes please follow GWDSchedulebot on Twitter.
 



Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
View All Posts
Comment Now
10:49 PM, December 17, 2014
Scores
Legion of Doom 76

12 Years a Slut 75

I Came in Like a Brecken Ball 70

Chalupa Batman 66

Santa's Drunk Helpers 64

Pod 6 is Jerks 62

Donkey Punch 48

Quiz in My Pants 38

Team Ram Rod 29

Bahri's 24

Trivia Queens 8

The Radness That Is Brecken


Twitter
Facebook
Web

Quiz Schedule
Wednesdays, 7:30. Trailhead, bitches.
Brecken (The Radness That Is Brecken)

It's hard to be humble when you're so fucking smart...

The Radness That Is Brecken has been a quiz mistress since Aug. 2007. Yeah, that's a long fucking time. It is said the only way to stop her is to kill her, and, really, good luck with that.

When not belittleing you on a mic, Brecken is busy hating people (see her neck tattoo), and really not caring about much... except GWD, Trailhead, and beer.

To quote Arthur Balfour: "Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all."

Pet peeves include people that yawn without covering their mouth, those that say "WHAT?" instead of "Pardon?", and people that accuse Miss B of being a bad pet owner. That shit will get you punched in the mouth. Seriously. Ask anybody.

Check out her other writing misadventures at Writing As I Write. You know you want to, so stop being all douchy about it.

And please remember: much like the Wu-Tang Clan, Brecken ain't nothing to fuck with.

The year is dead. Wrapped in plastic.

Tonight we capped off a big old bottle of 2014 quizzes the only way we know how: by getting fabulously drunk and witty. Well, I got witty at least. And you all got so drunk you abandoned me to a room full of tourists and newbies. At least they didn't show up earlier and stomp all over what little holiday cheer I have in my bitter, bitter holiday heart.

Whatever. I guess finals are over. Maybe now all the college punks will go home and get murdered by the Ghost of Christmas Fuck You Guys. Before you tell me that's not very "in the spirit of the season" of me to say, remember that this season to me is nothing but a big, cold, stressful disappointment. So, in my world, wanting strangers dead is entirely with in the spirit of my season.

In other news, GWD@TH will resume Jan. 7, 2015. Does that date ring a bell? It should: I've reminded you enough times that it's my fucking birthday. Not my Fucking Birthday. That's a whole different thing.

Since this is the "Holiday Blog", I was going to write you some crafty tune: the Twelve Days of Quiz-mas or Silent Nerd Fight or Ho, Ho, Hoes Better Have My Money ('Cause I'm an Angry Pimp Elf) or Hark! the Stupid Douche Bag Sings. But I'm not feeling especially inspired. And these damn 22 year olds keep asking me for cigarettes. Write me a little quiz-inspired holiday tune in the comments and maybe we can do a shot together next year, on me. Not off me, mind you, on me. As in I'll buy. Again, totally different things.

Finally, I'm going to ask again this year for the one Christmas present that I never, ever get. All I want this Christmas is to never hear Christmas music again. Wont you grant this little holiday angel her wish?

I guess I'll be seeing all you ass holes next year. All you ass holes, not all your ass holes. Different things. Mostly.

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

No GWD@TH on Christmas Eve or New Years Eve. Even terrible people get a break once or twice a year. I'm living proof!

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. New shit hardly every gets posted. That's why I need you to like it. Maybe then I'll be motivated.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks.

But don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise... Except Andy. He'll cut you.

Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
View All Posts
Comment Now
10:55 PM, December 10, 2014
Scores
Legion of Doom 71

?The butterflies are dying, and all you care about is getting drunk.? 66

I Enjoy Knitting and Long Walks on the Beach 63

The Ghost of Christmahanakwanzaka 63

Bitches Love My Jello Pudding 62

The Flying Fermentors 61

Horse Drawn Miscarriage 59

Sir Phobos, Knight of Mars 58

Quiz in My Pants 56

Destiny's Child Molesters 52

Kim Kardashian's Left Buttcheek 52

Rudolph the Red Nosed Crack Whore 52

Get Dem Buttz! 51

Kevin McAllister 44

Killer Cagneys 41

Steeley 39

The Radness That Is Brecken


Twitter
Facebook
Web

Quiz Schedule
Wednesdays, 7:30. Trailhead, bitches.
Brecken (The Radness That Is Brecken)

It's hard to be humble when you're so fucking smart...

The Radness That Is Brecken has been a quiz mistress since Aug. 2007. Yeah, that's a long fucking time. It is said the only way to stop her is to kill her, and, really, good luck with that.

When not belittleing you on a mic, Brecken is busy hating people (see her neck tattoo), and really not caring about much... except GWD, Trailhead, and beer.

To quote Arthur Balfour: "Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all."

Pet peeves include people that yawn without covering their mouth, those that say "WHAT?" instead of "Pardon?", and people that accuse Miss B of being a bad pet owner. That shit will get you punched in the mouth. Seriously. Ask anybody.

Check out her other writing misadventures at Writing As I Write. You know you want to, so stop being all douchy about it.

And please remember: much like the Wu-Tang Clan, Brecken ain't nothing to fuck with.

I really do! Think about all the amazing facts you've learned about me over the past seven years:

  • Ariel is my favorite Disney princess!
  • I tried out for Teen Jeopardy! back when you had to go to the actual studio in California!
  • My little brother is my best friend!
  • I know nothing about sports, yet tried out for hockey in high school!
  • The first time I dropped acid I was driving a Chevy Celebrity!
  • I cried at the end of "We the Living"!
  • I used to drive a school bus!
  • I know what words mean, but I can't pronounce them!
  • I have an over inflated sense of self worth!
    And now you can add...
  • I made a shelf out of a Tom Clancy book that is now in Andy's bathroom!

What an amazing person I am. You should all be thankful to know me, as your life is now better than it was before.

Nobody cares what Becky thinks any way.

In other news, this was our second to last quiz of '14. Un-fucking-believable. Where has the time gone? It'll be summer before you know it and I'll be writing bitchy blog after bitchy blog about being touched by strangers.

I can't believe it's almost my birthday again. January 7th. I want presents, BTW. Presents are the only things that make birthdays bearable after the 21st or so time around. Without presents, birthdays are just a yearly reminder that your death is imminent.

Speaking of death, did you know Trailhead's very own James got hit by a car while apprehending keg thieves? No, he's not dead. He's fine actually. And he wasn't so much "run over" as thrown on to the hood where he held on while the driver tried to throw him off. That's pretty hardcore. There's an artice in our little town paper, but you'll have to look it up yourself. I refuse to link to that piece of yellow journalism garbage paper. I've read better shit written by people that work for GWD.

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

No GWD@TH on Christmas Eve or New Years Eve. Time to remember the reason for the season: getting drunk with your family!

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. New shit hardly every gets posted. That's why I need you to like it. Maybe then I'll be motivated.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks.

But don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise... Except Andy. He'll cut you.

Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
View All Posts
Comment Now
3:25 AM, December 04, 2014
Scores
Meat Popsicles 82

Legion of Doom 76

One Time I Crowd Surfed and Hugged the Lead Singer of Eve 6 73

The Oblongs 72

Destiny's Child Molesters 65

Git Dem Buttz! 60

Tofurkeasy Fo-Sheezy 60

Turd Burgers 60

Joyous Jizzle 57

Shay-nahs 56

Adrienne Barbeaybots 46

Dr. Schmeckle & Mr. Hymen 42

Laporte-a-Ricans 42

Jedi Wooks 29

The Radness That Is Brecken


Twitter
Facebook
Web

Quiz Schedule
Wednesdays, 7:30. Trailhead, bitches.
Brecken (The Radness That Is Brecken)

It's hard to be humble when you're so fucking smart...

The Radness That Is Brecken has been a quiz mistress since Aug. 2007. Yeah, that's a long fucking time. It is said the only way to stop her is to kill her, and, really, good luck with that.

When not belittleing you on a mic, Brecken is busy hating people (see her neck tattoo), and really not caring about much... except GWD, Trailhead, and beer.

To quote Arthur Balfour: "Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all."

Pet peeves include people that yawn without covering their mouth, those that say "WHAT?" instead of "Pardon?", and people that accuse Miss B of being a bad pet owner. That shit will get you punched in the mouth. Seriously. Ask anybody.

Check out her other writing misadventures at Writing As I Write. You know you want to, so stop being all douchy about it.

And please remember: much like the Wu-Tang Clan, Brecken ain't nothing to fuck with.

Two birthdays and an ass-load of food-themed team names welcomed us to December. I'm cool with the birthdays. They're fucking great. But the food names? Ick.

So, yeah, uh, happy big fucking birthday to Laura Danger and happy big fucking hatching to Cole. I'm glad you're both in the world. You give us a reason to drink. Then we seem less like alcoholics and more like super-fun happy party people.

In other news... Well, shit. I guess there is no other news. Thanksgiving came and went so fast my god damn head is still spinning, and Christmas, New Years, and my birthday are rapidly approaching.

I was having an idea, a brilliant one if I do say so myself. I'm thinking we have a GWD@TH post-holiday gift swap!

Here's how it would work: you wrap up the best/worst gift you get and bring it to TH. Everyone that brings a gift gets a number, then we pick gifts going in order. Keep the gift you open or swap it for somone else' gift. Classic White Elephant proceedure. We could do it during the quiz. I think it would be awesome.

Don't forget that 7 January is my birthday. We could do the gift swap then. I don't know. Let's talk about it next week, shall we?

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

No GWD@TH on Christmas Eve, or New Years Eve. Two more Wednesdays that I don't have to hear your flapping jaws!

----- CANCELATIONS! -----

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. New shit hardly every gets posted. That's why I need you to like it. Maybe then I'll be motivated.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks.

But don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise... Except Andy. He'll cut you.

« previous