Pub Quiz

You think you're busy? Try being the God of prophecy and oracles, archery, healing, plague and disease, and the protection of the young. I need a nap just thinking about their day!

Naomi of the North

It's Wednesday again.

That's not a misprint.

There's a Plague Quiz tonight,

You might want a hint.


Now get some paper and a pen, get your friends together on Zoom, Meet, GoToMeeting, tin-can-and-string, or whatever, then join us tonight on the Uptown Plague Quiz Facebook Page at 8 PM Eastern.

Hosts: Dr. Jordan and The Evil Mr. Phil

Evil Mr. Phil

I was just wondering, who is THEE best female vocalist alive?

We have a special guest host this week who will be attempting to keep Mary O'Shag on track--the Human Mathematician!

Tune in at 8 to participate in the chaos, er, entertainment.

Mary O'Shag

I'm like 90% sure I got a concussion last night, and yet I can still quote this from memory:

"Kenny wasn't like the other kids. TV mattered, nothing else did. Girls said 'yes', but he said 'no'. Now he's got his own game show!"

What the hell is wrong with my brain?

See you at 8PM!

Professor Lone Star

Dedicated to whom, Mr. Bulsara?

The Sadieist

I would recommend not screwing with Anita White. Black Twitter will take you down.


Join us tonight for six rounds of trivia - live on Facebook at 8pm Eastern!

Professor Lone Star

No, not Francis Dolarhyde, the one on the flag.

The Sadieist

In spite of a raging global pandemic, the Mustard Belt was awarded yet again in Coney Island.

Naomi of the North

The geographic diversity of UPQ's participants continues apace, and we again greeted a number of new denizens last night.

The Sadiest produced an intriguing visual round on Pez dispensers, and educated us on stars and femonyms. Mary O'Shag continued the virtual jaunt around the world with Geography C, encouraged crafters with a fabric round, and ended on a low note with a common bond on butts.

Join us next Wednesday for more hilarity and home-procured adult beverages.

Mary O'Shag

Maybe her fatal mistake was writing a dull, convoluted novel.

The Sadieist