Musings on movies, TV, comedy, photography, and living with boobs and without spatial/motor/social skills in America.
That’s how my trivia team, S@CP.F/BS&T did at the World Series today - out of 70+ teams. Not too shabby.
are the bar trivia champions at Guido’s Speakeasy for the second year in a row.
Hope anyone who plays Pourhouse Trivia and reads this but isn’t on my team doesn’t mind losing the World Series next Sunday.
Mike just bought a bunch of records from our crackhead neighbor.
You know that one episode of Louie from last season where he and Robin Williams go to this funeral and they’re the only people there because the guy was a real asshole, but then they go to a strip club and tell the strippers that the guy died and all of the strippers start crying hysterically?
I feel like, in twenty years or whatever, my funeral will be like that, except with food delivery people. “That girl at 128 Carroll, I don’t know her name, but she always tipped $7 on small orders. She was really something.”