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Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
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10:18 PM, April 22, 2015
Scores
The Limber Member 76

Chief Dosed Our Drinks With Acid 64

RUN DVMs 59

Smitty and the Blowfish 58

Pork Chop Express 56

Cunning Stunts 53

In Dog Beers I've Only Had One 48

Hairy Twatter 47

You Enjoy Myself 45

Pretty Mama's 42

Please God, No Shakespeare 41

Awesome 39

Overworked and Underloved 35

Blondiez 32

Destiny's Child Molesters 32

Team Conquer 24

The Radness That Is Brecken


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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, her pets, and beer.

She lives her life like the Arthur Balfour quote: "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.

What Chilly Wig-Wam?

This weeks quiz marked the final visit of Dave from Ohio. At least for business purposes, anyway. I'd say we'll miss you, but you're going to move to Vegas and date my mom and then we're going to be a famil, damn it. A BIG, HAPPY FAMILY.

In other news, Maren and company showed up to be wowed and dazzled by my microphone skills. Impressed? I sure do hope so, because I am god damn impressive.

Lots of teams again. LOTS. Where are all you people coming from?

And thanks again to Becky for the pics. Some day I will get my camera fixed. Someday... Sigh...

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

~*~*~Mark your calanders! Our annual Quiz for a Cause is coming up April 29th. We'll be raising money for SAVA, per usual. Start saving those fivers for each team member to buy in. Don't say you forgot. Fuck sexual assult! Consentually, of course.~*~*~

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. Or, if you hate Facebook, skip it and go direct: WritingAsIWrite.blogspot.com.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks. And my only GWD@TH follower is Matt from Smitty (who is never on the Twitters).

Don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise.

Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
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10:10 PM, April 15, 2015
Scores
Keep Fuckin' That Chicken 84

Chalupa Batman 78

A. Golf Hitler Won the Masters Race 73

5% Nation of #FreeTheNipple 72

Birds of Prey 67

The Ones Who Answer 66

H. D. F. Us 60

We Know Nothing, Jon Snow 60

2 Brains, 10 Beers 50

Little I Know Mondo 47

Smitty and Friends 47

Ouch! I Have a Papercut! 43

Francis is Retired 41

Jerk Me Off's 40

MN Hikers 30

The Radness That Is Brecken


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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, her pets, and beer.

She lives her life like the Arthur Balfour quote: "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.

What Chilly Wig-Wam?

(The Radness's Note: I shall begin this blog where I begin most every blog: in Nonsense Town. That is where I live and that is where we meet. In Nonsense Town, nothing is sacred, nothing is logical, and my opinion is the only thing that matters.)

(The Radness's Note, Part Deux: Thanks to B-Train [that's what I call you in my head] for recomending a 1% hydrocortisone lotion. I look at my hands now, in their bumpy, itchy state, and wish I had gone to Walmart instead of having one last beer. Sigh. On to the madness...)

In the year 1928, a young Joan Crawford was in a movie called "Our Dancing Daughters."

In the film, Helen Kane's song "That's My Weakness Now" is played. Now we could all get in to a fight about Helen Kane (white person) being the inspiration for Betty Boop vs. "Baby" Esther Jones (black person), but honestly, I don't give two shits about skin color (see This Is Not Happening, TRAILHEAD!, in which I describe myself as a first-and-only don't-give-a fuckanist.).

But this is not a convo about race. This is a convo about LOVE: love lost, love found, love lost again, love regained.

Let's get down to business: in "Our Dancing Daughters", there is another song titled "I Loved You Then As I Love You Now" performed by James Melton.

Here and now, in Nonsence Town, I reprint for you the lyrics:

With your breath upon my cheek,
With my heart too full to speak,
Love I found at last in your charms.
By a most unlucky chance,
In the middle of the dance,
You flung me in to another one's arms...
I loved you then as I love you now.
You're mine in my thoughts always.
Love comes but once to the hearts of men.
When it does, then it always stays.
You filled a spot in an empty heart,
And though, perhaps, in the end we part.
I'll always dream of what might have been,
For I love you now as I loved you then.

I've loved you from the first day I met you, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. Nineteen bazzilion years ago.

You were fucked, I was fucked. How could our infantile brains process?

Let's become ex-pats. Let's relocate to Panama. Or Costa Rica. Somewhere I can't find on a map. Fuck it. Fuck the world.

"Hell is other people." - Satre

Thank you for being. Stop making me dream of what might have been. Let's do this shit. I am relentless as the tarantula.

In the end, I love you now like I loved you then.

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

~*~*~Mark your calanders! Our annual Quiz for a Cause is coming up April 29th. We'll be raising money for SAVA, per usual. Start saving those fivers for each team member to buy in. Don't say you forgot. Fuck sexual assult! Consentually, of course.~*~*~

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. Or, if you hate Facebook, skip it and go direct: WritingAsIWrite.blogspot.com.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks. And my only GWD@TH follower is Matt from Smitty (who is never on the Twitters).

Don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise.

Trailhead Tavern
148 W Mountain Ave
Fort Collins, CO 80524
Wednesdays: 7:30 PM
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10:18 PM, April 08, 2015
Scores
Tickle's Twerk Team 70

Bridget Jones's Diarrhea 69

2 Squirrels, 1 Cup 65

Who is Your Daddy and What Does He Do 65

German Wing Pilots 62

Chalupa Batman 61

Pickle Eaters 49

Smitty and Friends 42

Trailhead 39

Death By Cat Food 16

The Radness That Is Brecken


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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, her pets, and beer.

She lives her life like the Arthur Balfour quote: "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.

What Chilly Wig-Wam?

Apparently Detroit's baseballer team is known as the "Lie Ons." Who knew? I guess Matt and Dave of Chalupa Batman did, 'cause they were the ones that told me.

Next: I know I can't pronounce words. Most words at least, like Montpelier, archipelago, or any variety of wine that is not Carlo Rossi.

But damn it, if the question begins "what oft-mispronounced color...", don't you be shouting ""MAAAVE" at me! Shit, even I know the difference between the sounds an o-circumflex and an a-umlaut make! "Môv" versus "mäv." You just ig-nant! Just ig-nant!

I suppose we could blame it on the Gaelic girl's name "Maeve," but that wouldn't be entirely fair, as "Maeve" is pronounced m¯v ([imagine there is the letter "a" under that macron. You must imagine because the stupid fucking interface that I am forced to type this on does not, apparently, recognise the Unicode character set even if I declare it and despite the fact that it gives me the HTML and NUM-code when adding a "special character"] rhymes with "wave," also known as the sound an a-macron makes. Suck it.).

That's enough of a linguistic lesson for today.

Very, very disappointed that only one team could name all three currently-serving female Supreme Court justices. Just an FYI: Sandra Day O'Connor stepped down in 2006. So, uh, yeah. A few of you were kinda right, I suppose.

As you're looking at the scores tonight, just know that the team of two known as Death by Cat Food attempted every single round. I believe they hold the record for Least Amount of Points Scored By a Team That Didn't Leave Early or Show Up Late. Pretty (un)impressive.

Big ups to Becky for (again) supplying the pics... AND for having an anniversary with the Creature Known as Cole. Todays marks sixty seven years! Geeze, did you get together when you were fifteen? Crazy!

Finally, mark your calanders! Our annual Quiz for a Cause is coming up April 29th. We'll be raising money for SAVA, per usual. Start saving those fivers for each team member to buy in. Don't say you forgot. Fuck sexual assult! Consentually, of course.

Stay classy, Trailheaders. Wherever you are.

Did you know that I write more than this blog? Join the cool kids and "like" my FB page, Writing As I Write. Or, if you hate Facebook, skip it and go direct: WritingAsIWrite.blogspot.com.

And I make with the Twitters where we all #OccupyTomHanks. And my only GWD@TH follower is Matt from Smitty (who is never on the Twitters).

Don't be afraid to check out our other local quizzes! We're all really, really nice people... promise.

Remember: women deserve to be treated faily and with kindness.

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