Underpants On The Outside

Last night, me and the roommates went to trivia night at a bar.  (Team name: Mystery Chocolate) Now, I’m no good at trivia.  The only reason I can remember my dad’s birthday is because it was the combination to all of our luggage.  Even then I have to go find a calendar so I can remember which month is “6″. 

One question asked where Death Valley is.  I grew up in California, yet when my roommate Neil said “is it New Mexico?”  I jumped right on that bandwagon.  For the most part, the only thing I could offer the rest of Mystery Chocolate was assuring them, “Yeah, but if they ask anything about comic books, I’m on it.”   

So when I couldn’t remember the name of the paper that Peter Parker worked for… let’s just say I stopped getting invited to the team meetings. 

Marvel Comics suck.