Heading out to Austin with Hirp and Skrawg tomorrow via San Antonio and I've gotta say, I'm a lil' nervous.
We've got the junior g-man suits, we've got the skinny ties, and now we find out if we've got any game. Something tells me we're going to find out we've just been jerking each other off with our professed vast knowledge base all these years, but I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
I hope we get down there, check-in, clean the barrels in our respective shotguns (separately of course), slip into our man-of-leisure suits, and kick the pop culture knowledge test firmly in the nards. Next step, bedazzling the casting directors with our quick wits and man tits (well, at least one of us can claim those) and getting one of the eight coveted spots in Sunday's qualifying round. Upon running roughshod through the field on Sunday, we're ultimately awarded a trip to NYC and a chance at being acknowledged as those "most blessed" with an abundance of useless knowledge (or "nowledge" if you're from Nebraska).
King of the geeks. Lords of the losers. Gentiles of the genius sect. We'll take any title you'll give us.
Or... we could get to Austin, take a quiz, get punted, and spend the night crying in our beers.
Either way, it sounds like a most excellent weekend to me!
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