Oktoberfest was raging just outside the doors of the Whiskey Bar as I sat in as guest Quizmaster. And, of course, by “raging” I mean that I could occasionally feel the thumping polka beats, but mostly I didn’t even know it was happening. But it was a fun time for quizzing and drinking at the Whiskey Bar, and here’s the story of the night. The Donks kicked some sweet, sweet ass on round 2 and tossed on the joker to jump out to an early lead that they road all the way to the gloriously frothy co
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