Last night was the appetizer, tonight we have the entree. The full enchilada, if you will.

Here is what just happened:
a) Andy and I strolled around NYC looking for a place to buy an enormous quantity of lattes.
b) We found a place in the Lower East Side, and negotiated the going rate for 80 lattes.
c) 80 Fucking lattes.
d) Next quandry: How do we keep 80 lattes hot?
e) Hit up Dunkin Doughnuts to try to bribe woman into selling us the boxes that they use to carry coffee in.
f) Woman has an IQ under 40, looks like she was beaten with a pitch fork, and refuses to sell us the boxes.
g) Walk next door to this store that sells everything. It’s called GEM Super Value Stores. Purchase huge pitchers, and 2 Proctor Silex Electric Kettles.
h) Return to coffee shop, and explain to bartender that he is going to fill the picthers with latte. He is very accomidating, and equally curious.
i) Bartender explains that this is definitely the strangest request that he’s ever had.
j) THEN YOUR ASS CAME TO STANTON PUBLIC HOUSE TONIGHT, PARTIED YOUR ASS OFF, DRANK A TON OF WHYNATTES, AND SPREAD THE WORD OF WHYNATTE THROUGHOUT THE WORLD.

Put on your best blazer, and get that hot latte of yours out tonight. If you don’t live in NYC, hit up your local watering whole and drink a Whynatte. You’ll be with us in spirit.

Andy + Proctor + Silex = Pure Trouble.