A trivia death cult that turns Buffalo Wild Wings into a weekly war zone, crushing hopeful teams like empty beer cans under a barstool. The Hateful Eight doesn’t “play” trivia—they commit intellectual homicide with a side of ranch.
A gang of beer-fueled know-it-alls who take so much joy in annihilating the competition that you wonder if therapy would be cheaper than showing up on Tuesday nights. Losing to them feels less like trivia and more like being publicly pantsed in a crowded gymnasium.
The reason half the regulars fake work shifts, sudden illnesses, or car trouble just to avoid getting obliterated again. The Hateful Eight aren’t here for fun, they’re here to remind you that your liberal arts degree isn’t worth jack against eight people who somehow remember the exact name of Shrek’s donkey and every World Cup score since 1970.
A gang of beer-fueled know-it-alls who take so much joy in annihilating the competition that you wonder if therapy would be cheaper than showing up on Tuesday nights. Losing to them feels less like trivia and more like being publicly pantsed in a crowded gymnasium.
The reason half the regulars fake work shifts, sudden illnesses, or car trouble just to avoid getting obliterated again. The Hateful Eight aren’t here for fun, they’re here to remind you that your liberal arts degree isn’t worth jack against eight people who somehow remember the exact name of Shrek’s donkey and every World Cup score since 1970.
• “We thought we had a shot at first place, but then The Hateful Eight showed up and body-bagged us by Round 2.”
• “Nothing ruins a basket of wings faster than realizing you’re playing against The Hateful Eight.”
• “Our team was feeling confident until The Hateful Eight rolled in like the IRS with clipboards and cold beer.”
• “Every Tuesday I tell myself it’s just for fun, and every Tuesday The Hateful Eight reminds me I’m dumber than a box of crayons.”
• “We don’t call it trivia night anymore—we call it The Hateful Eight Appreciation Hour.”
• “Nothing ruins a basket of wings faster than realizing you’re playing against The Hateful Eight.”
• “Our team was feeling confident until The Hateful Eight rolled in like the IRS with clipboards and cold beer.”
• “Every Tuesday I tell myself it’s just for fun, and every Tuesday The Hateful Eight reminds me I’m dumber than a box of crayons.”
• “We don’t call it trivia night anymore—we call it The Hateful Eight Appreciation Hour.”
by GuidoDaPimp September 17, 2025
Get the The Hateful Eightmug. 
by JaySherman June 6, 2023
Get the Eight-ballmug. 
Get the One/Eight Billionmug. Exclamation that something is exceedingly bad. (Referencing the poker hand that Wild Bill Hickok held when he was killed.)
by Trenchbroomer October 16, 2025
Get the Aces and eightsmug. Second perfect number, 7th step squad— I mean, triangular number (darn it). Best number of all time.
Thought process: “Twenty-Eight is really really cool”
Other one: “You mean the number, or the numberblock??”
Thought process: “Both of them”
Other one: “Both of them are huge understatements, Thought process.”
Other one: “You mean the number, or the numberblock??”
Thought process: “Both of them”
Other one: “Both of them are huge understatements, Thought process.”
by Clam bells March 4, 2024
Get the Twenty-Eightmug. It is pronounced as "qiba" in Chinese, and it sounds similar to "jiba" in Chinese, which means penis, and Chinese people often use penis as a swear world, so every time they want to swear but without using the real bad word, they will use "qiba", which is seven eight to instead.
by XuerenLyu November 15, 2021
Get the Seven Eightmug.