Like a Nelly and Tim McGraw collaboration, Wednesday Night Drinking Club (WNDC) and Whynatte made sensual music together last night at Loca Luna. The crowd was enormous, the location was slick, the weather was ideal, and the Whynattes flowed from the urn smoother than my jump shot from the top of the key.

If I was a betting man, I would guess that there is a significant lack of productivity at employers across Atlanta today. It’s also a safe bet that Taco Bell has a few less nacho cheese gorditas in stock.

Thanks to everyone that came out to support the cause, and a warm welcome to the Whynatte life to those of you that we met for the first time last night.

“When I’m finished making this Whynatte, I’m going to lather your sister up with jasmine oil and rub her down:”

I’m not only the Whynatte president, I’m also a client:

The greatest trick the devil ever played was to convince the world that God doesn’t exist:

Nathan went from working the night shift at a rural tebouleh factory to partying with gorgeous women. All thanks to Whynatte:

Pound your Whynatte or sip your Whynatte, it’s up to you. That’s the beauty of the Whynatte – you can put your own stamp on it and make it your own:

Motorboating isn’t cheating, is it?

Everything about this photo is superb:

Peyote and Whynattes make an interesting combination:

The guy on the right uses his real estate development company as a front for his black market panda operation. Okay, I said it. What are you going to do about it?

Special thanks to the staff at Loca Luna for helping the Whynattes flow smoothly, and for being such damn good looking humans: