The name is Nixon. Hunter Nixon. Let's just say the Huntsman doesn't miss his target.
Don't ask because I won't tell.
Someone get me my horns and pitchfork.
I wish I knew. He started out by telling me he’d never be gay. Then he talked about forgetting about him. And ended with...
Well, shit, are you guys back together or…friends or…steer me in the right direction here.
Neither am I to be honest.