We started and ended the evening by terrorizing Waxcuses’ Alexa. “Alexa, order creamed corn.” “Alexa, order 3,000,000 small condoms.” At the beginning of the evening, too many people were screaming at the same time for any order to be confirmed. At the end of the night, however, Junior successfully ordered a $200 jug of lube on Waxcuses’ credit card. Free shipping!
“We’re missing an HDMA cable.”
“Coach likes it in the can!”
“Dicks! They’re what’s for dinner.” … “Goddamn, they’re so good.”
Moe won, apparently.
