I hate Metal-heads and Hitler

We did pretty good this week team, other than the first round, right up until Sam started to fall asleep. Apparently Sam left her A-game at the Leader Post! We are only half a point behind Wes and the Uglies, and 2 and a half behind team A Thousand Players Because We Run The Bar And Do Whatever We Want. PHDTS, who Steve-Know has delightfully mathematically proven to be Hitler, told us that we were "Crusty Vaginas," but I am pretty sure we are human beings, and not vagina. Also, vagina can't be pluralized, once again proving the cheat, since the don't even have a hold on back grammer. Oh well, they probably looked the joke up on their cell phones anyways.
In lighter news, some retard metalhead stole my coat. I managed to get it back because by yelling and swearing at some fat metal girl until she went and found it. The metal heads also tried to pick a fight with Aaron, and since I was out of the room and he was outnumbered, he proceeded to just yell "HARDCORE!" in their faces until they went away. I am not much for fighting, but I with all the off-duty bouncers around, I would have loved to shit-kick a bunch of lame-ass metal heads.
Jeremy said that the most common pub name in the UK is "The Crown" but then the answer was "The Red Line." Jeremy was right, which I learned once again from Steve-Know. Some week I am just going to copy his blog entry and paste it here, since I have to read it to remember what happened all night anyways.