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
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