Josh came from the Internet. He just showed up at District Trivia’s door one day, naked and sopping wet with an apple in his mouth, his big tight cowboy butt pointing straight up in the air. He was clearly disoriented; he had those cartoon birds spinning around his head, and when we asked him what year it was he kept repeating the phrase “hental mealth” over & over again. Eventually, we diagnosed him with irony poisoning and prescribed a huge Depo-Provera shot right through his sternum. We’re happy to report Josh is now in remission and loves hosting nightly bar trivia for our patrons. He says it feels nice to have friends.