“Well, fuck you,” Rachel replied. “I have no idea how I’m getting a condom cactus home.” A condom… “A what?” I asked, staring at her, and she turned the camera to the cactus sitting on the table. It was indeed a phallic-shaped cactus that looked like it had a condom on it, with little spines sticking out. Laughter escaped me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth.
