<div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/2r3b42c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hi, I'm Jim Beem.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tagged: Fuckin' <em>everyone!</em> Awesome!<br/></strong><hr/>Jim had a mouthful of pizza when she asked about food. "Oh, right! I knew I was forgetting something. We're going to have food deliveries every few days, but you guys are going to have to spring for some of the more luxurious stuff - particularly beer and sodas - on your own. We could make some sort of cooking rotation, but frankly, that's part of the fun of the show - seeing how you guys cooperate over things like this." He grabbed one of the beers, and popped the top. "The first delivery is supposed to be here Sunday, so you're on your own for tonight and tomorrow. I suppose I could order Chinese, or something, tomorrow."