Some pics of this weeks winners

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A week after his camera melted down, Jam Master Sean was able to get me some photos of this weeks winners. Above is Barb from This Week We’re Blogging for Dive Bars.com (who I have a sneaking suspicion used some players from the Jams to win.) They won at the ‘Vous. Below we have Duane’s World, which won again at the Black Sheep. Both teams won last week as well. By the way, scores seem kind of low since I left. Have the questions been too hard?
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Detroit hookers

Two girls came and sat down beside us at a bar in Detroit called Fishbone. One of them was kind of cute, and we chatted for a while. Well, my naivete was in full effect, as I just assumed that they thought I was cute. Lyle kind of sat on the other side of me and didn’t really say much. Then, after one of them checked my license to see if my name was really Johnny Goodtimes, they asked if I would buy them a shot. I said, “Sure.” So we did a shot, then Lyle whispered in my ear. “I’m getting a strong feeling we’re dealing with workin’ girls here.” All of a sudden, it clicked into place, like in the 6th Sense. They were wearing tightly fitting clothing, had been talking a little brusquely (I just figured that that’s how women talked in Detroit), had been asking me what I did for a living and how much money I made. After the shot, they quickly departed, and actually left us with the bill for their other drinks as well. I told the bartender that I wouldn’t pay for their drinks, but I know how bad it sucks to have someone run on a check, so I left her a huge tip to help cover for those females de la noche.

But a number of questions remain unanswered. For one thing, why did they bail without trying to out and out proposition us? When they found out that I was a quizmaster, were they that turned off? Of course, more sinisterly, did she take note of my SS# and do something shady? She seemed too stupid to memorize numbers, but it seems strange to chat up some guys for a half hour just to get a free shot off of them. I’ve signed up for a credit check, so I can keep an eye on it, but I am a little nervous. Let this be a lesson to you: No matter what the circumstances are, never, ever, go to Detroit.

Johnny in Blinq, Metro

Local egomaniac Johnny Goodtimes is basking in the glow of his own narcissism today, as you can read about him by going to Blinq or by picking up a copy of today’s Metro. He will breferring to himself in the third person for the remainder of the day. And yes, he knows he owes you a Detroit hooker story. It’s coming. Honest.

What’s the most overrated movie ever?

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No, this is not the same as worst movie ever. Most overrated is a movie that everyone just raves about, and you just don’t get it. For me, it’s Old School. It’s ok, nowhere near the worst movie ever, but I thought it was really mediocre. It’s got a couple of funny parts, but I’ve seen dozens of movies that were much funnier. I thought it was kind a cliche movie, too (Old guy dies when he sees boobs? Kind of lame). Anyways, tell me what you think by commenting below.

I’ve got meeting all morning, then me and Lyle head off for Pittsburgh. If you haven’t read my interview with the lady who makes the great crabcakes, check it out. I’ll be posting more on traffic.com throughout the day.