Evan: Condoms and taco sauce in equal quantities on my nightstand. Don’t know what that means.
Adam: I’m pretty sure it all depends on what the sauce packets say. I’m assuming they’re the “witty” ones from Taco Bell, of course.
Evan: We have a “Will you scratch my back?” Heh. We have two “Ahhh…we meet again”s. And we have a “Help! I can’t tell where I am! It’s dark and I can hear laughing.” So great, Taco Bell gave me rape sauce. Thanks.
Adam: So the condoms are there to cancel out the rape sauce. Which I think puts you at zero…as if there were nothing on your nightstand at all.
Evan: Feng Shui for the Not-So-Finicky Faggot.