Jason engages with a new follower on Twitter.
sometimes i write
Love it. Jason’s innocence sells it for me. He’d rather believe in the deafness or Russianess in a naked woman’s heart than think for one moment she could be a Spam-bot. There’s a lesson to be learned here, but I’m not sure what it is.
It’s love. What is a man without the hope of love? And hot pockets…
Leave a Reply