In a garage in Waco, TX, three friends tete-a-tete with ghosts, gender, and guilty pleasures. Over ouija board confessionals and chicken salad sandwiches, Waco Boy Club follows the looping and longing dialogues of Strider, Cosmo, and Phantom. The sturdiness of their relationships comes into question when gender ideation, sexual desire, 90s country music, and too much beer meet, but they can definitely agree on this: the best chicken salad does not have raisins.