Lane: I should get on the treadmill, but I feel like I might be catching Cole's sickness.
Pook: Take your temperature.
Lane: Too bad our thermometer's out of commission.
Pook: Come here, drop your pants and bend over ... I found Cole's thermometer.
Lane: Please tell me you're joking. Why aren't you smiling? I'm really scared right now.
12.13.2009
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