Recently we had some girls at the Newsroom who were already pretty pished but obviously were in the mood for MORE BOOZE.
And in such a world full of starvation, corruption, fear and war, who can blame them?
Anyway, it was obvious after one round that they weren’t going to win the quiz so cleverly they resorted to complimenting my hair.
I guess the thought process was that I would be grateful for their compliments and give them extra points and that they will be more likely to win the booze.
This didn’t work so then they offered to share the wine if I fixed it for them to win, also remembering to keep bigging up the DP hair.
When this didn’t work, it got pathetic:
and patheticker
And this is the kind of shit I have to deal with every week. You think being a pub quiz quizmaster is nothing but extreme glamour? Think again. Only the tough survive. True blood.
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