I don't care for Newcastle. Can you tell? And what the shit is that thing coming out of my nose? Friggin' Fotomat...
Nathan and I aren't up to anything. Really. No one is behind this door doing potentially embarassing semi-naked things that they'd rather not be doing and are trying to escape from. Swear.
I can even smoke while sleepwalking. I'm good.
...and with one mighty breath, Jim was able to suck Jen, Doyle, and Mike that much closer.
