I don’t hate quizzo. I hate loosing at quizzo. When it comes to this particular bar activity, the fun-ness or lack thereof relies entirely on the outcome.
When you play a game of quizzo and win you’re like: OMG we’re so smart! YAY gift certificate! We should buy shots with it so we can be even smarterer.
But when you loose you’re all like: eff this. if i wanted to be asked annoying questions all night i would have called my mom. I just wanted to drink and relax and now i feel stupid. I should have a shot to cheer me up.
I guess what i’m saying is that Wednesday night quizzo somehow always leads to Thursday morning hangovers…