Okay so last Tuesday got home from work, microwave burrito half-eaten, scrolling through my phone feeling like a total zombie. Had this weird itch like… man it’s been ages since we just laughed together without Netflix background noise. Then bam! Scrolled past some buzzfeed quiz thing about “funny questions to test how well people know you” – seemed cheesy but got me thinking… maybe?
Grabbed Some Junk Around the House
First thing? Dumped my cereal bowl in the sink loud as heck – scared the cat. Dug through the junk drawer in the kitchen, elbow-deep finding sticky notes, some crumpled index cards behind the tape rolls, and a half-dried-up pen. Total trash treasure. Sat my butt down at the counter trying to think of dumb stuff about me my partner should know… or might hilariously flunk.
- The Obvious Stuff: Wrote down “What’s my biggest fear?” (Spoiler: Clowns. Terrifying). “What’s my go-to karaoke song?” (Embarrassing but gotta be ABBA).
- The Silly Secrets: “What weird snack did I used to eat as a kid that I hate now?” (Answer: Bologna rolled up with grape jelly. Vomit.) “What cartoon character do I secretly think I resemble?” (Homer Simpson energy, sadly).
- The Totally Random: Threw in “What’s the first thing I dropped in the new couch?” (Phone charger, obviously). “What nickname did I get stuck with in 8th grade gym?” (Don’t ask).
Cards looked messy, smudged ink everywhere. Felt kinda nervous honestly – what if this bombs and he just stares at me like I grew horns?
Setting Up the Stupid Quiz Show
Waited till he finished ranting about his work email. Casually stuck the sticky notes on the fridge door – easiest spot where we both hover anyway. Told him “Yo, surprise pop quiz, loser cleans cat litter tomorrow.” He groaned, looked skeptical as heck.
Just pointed at the fridge. “Start reading. Answer out loud.” Grabbed another pen to scratch down his answers on a separate card. Deep breaths.
Hoo Boy, The Answers Were… Something
First few? Nailed ’em. Knew the clown thing, knew the karaoke shame. Easy points. Then…crash and burn time. When I hit him with the cartoon character question? He stares at me dead serious: “Uh… Batman?” Bruh. Batman? Homer freakin’ Simpson! We both lost it. Total cacklefest rolling on the kitchen floor.
The eighth-grade nickname? He got it SO wrong – came up with “Pickle Boy” (????) instead of the actual, awful truth. Tears streaming! Then I asked “What useless item did I insist on buying last IKEA trip?” He guessed like three random household things before finally landing on “that ugly fake plant.” YES! Mini victory dance.
The Big Reveal (And Cheap Prizes)
Scratched out the scores – he got like 6 out of 10. Mostly tanked by Batman and Pickle Boy. Prize time: Winner (me, obviously) got control of the TV remote ALL night. Loser (him) got… one slightly crushed mini Snickers bar from my emergency stash. He demanded a recount, we argued playfully, ended up splitting the stupid candy.
So yeah, super low effort, total mess, maybe $0 spent. Felt way more connected though, laughing till our sides hurt over the dumbest, most personal nonsense. Forget complicated date nights – sticky notes on the fridge and bad guesses win sometimes. Definitely doing this again. Snickers optional.
