but he’d never let YOU know that. Because he only cares for questions about important things, like AshleyMadison.com or Guns n’ Roses or Denny’s. And you know what? The rest of the questions can go fuck themselves.
I would like to stop for a moment here to clarify that this post has nothing to do with whether or not MY team, which may or may not have been named “Honey Badger Don’t Care,” won at trivia tonight. This post has everything, instead, to do with Honey Badger’s personal feelings about trivia.
This post also doesn’t have anything to do with being consistently, unreasonably, outraged by the fashion choices of MUNI passengers. Or listening to Hall N Oates’ “Rich Girl” on repeat all the way home as some sort of passive-aggressive retribution in response to a lack of Hall N Oates trivia questions. Or discovering that my apartment building’s elevator is actually the epicenter of solitary drunk dance party bad-assness.
Nope. This post is only to let you know that Honey Badger is a nasty-ass competitor who drinks himself silly out of spite when he loses a pub trivia quiz. In case you’re wondering – in case you ever run into him – his beverage of choice is Maker’s Mark.
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