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.