This week on The Test, I quiz the ladies on some highbrow shit . . . and they perform admirably. If you listen closely, you'll notice that Stacey not only invents a jazz musician, but also cracks a number of hysterical jokes that Cunningham and I completely ignore.
I have some trouble "taking stuff from my head," but the Voice of God comes to the rescue. Cunningham corrects me on-- of all things-- a sporting quotation, and I come up with an extemporaneous bonus question and then refuse to let the ladies answer it because I want to answer it myself. It's astounding that they put up with me.
Take a shot, keep score, and see if you know as much "elitist stuff" as we do.
Jerry, this one is right in your wheelhouse.