"Well, that sucks," She muttered. "Well, fuck. Dexmo. Buy me a six pack and you can just spend the night taking pictures of my tits."

Deximo liked that idea. As you can imagine. A six-pack of what, we asked.

"Cock Rocket Rum. They sponsor my Wednesday forcasts. Can we put them in my shoot? Besides, it's on sale at the Liquorama on South Main St."

Windi just continued to bewilder us with little choice factoids like that all night long. We were off to Potso's Liquorama, then off to our photo studio down the street from it.