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"I can spell.
I have a really long list of restaurants I'd like to try.
I have wits in desperate need of matching.
I can..."
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More About Jason
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Occupation:
comedy writer
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Hobbies and Interests:
tuna melts, Netflix, comedy, used book stores, the Central Park Zoo, Mario Kart, sitting outside in the sunshine drinking beers with people at around 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday
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Favorite Books:
Catch-22, The Great Gatsby, The Sneetches, Edwin Mullhouse, A Separate Peace, Raymond Carver, the collected writings of Woody Allen
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Favorite Movies:
The Sting, Annie Hall, Brain Candy, Sweet Smell of Success, Double Indemnity, Real Life, Buena Vista Social Club, Amadeus, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Waiting for Guffman, Mulholland Dr.
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Favorite Music:
Ben Folds, James Brown, Cake, Elvis Costello, Bill Evans, Talking Heads, Fountains of Wayne, Stevie Wonder
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Favorite TV Shows:
Mr. Show, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Six Feet Under, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sports Night, The Office, The Dick Van Dyke Show
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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About Me:
I can spell.
I have a really long list of restaurants I'd like to try.
I have wits in desperate need of matching.
I can balance two forks and a toothpick on the edge of a
glass.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Someone who stays out.
Someone who sleeps in.
Someone who "gets it."
A cookie full of arsenic.
But mostly, a good Photo Hunt partner. Serious inquiries
only.
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Testimonials and Comments for Jason
winged golden girls. Yes, Rue
McClanahan is one of them.
missing is over, let the heartache
begin.
long time.
about, and by dream about I mean call
and hang up on daily, and by call and
hang up on daily I mean carve his
initials deep into my flesh, and by
carve his initials deep in my flesh I
mean create a pizza called JASON
LOVER'S EXTREME, and by creating a
pizza called JASON LOVER'S EXTREME, I
mean watching Law and Order, and by
watching Law and Order I mean pondering
the great existence, and by pondering
the great existence I mean playing
tennis with a poodle dressed as a
monkey dressed as a cowboy, and by that
I mean where am I, why is it so dark
and where the hell is my ride. Hold me
Jason.
was censored by the powers-that-be at
Friendster, but that should only serve
as impetus to make you, dear reader,
all the more curious about my testimony
to Jason. Jason was essentially my
roomate-by-proxy for over a year, and
now resides in a swank bachelor pad
with exposed brick walls bearing campy
subway signage. Also, the newest
addition to this babe lair is his EMMY,
Yes, your eyes do NOT deceive you,
that's "Emmy" (award, t.m.),
not "Mommy." His bookish good looks
and rapier wit give this cosmopolitan
super-jew a roguish appeal, tempered by
a home-for-the-holidays, disarming boy-
next-door charm which makes him
irresistable to the ladies and renders
them helpless in his presence. Jason.
Playing now in New York and L.A.,
coming soon to theatres nationwide.
hi Jason! No, I am not doing anything
right now....just watching the tee vee.
You? NO WAY! You are shitting me. I
don't believe you did that. I swear to
god, you are shitting me! Stop shitting
me! I mean it. Really? Oh my god, you
are the coolest person I have ever
known. (beep) Hold on, that's my other
line. (click) Hello, Ellis residence.
Oh hey...I am on with Jason right now.
Yeah, he totally did it. No, I am not
shitting you. I mean it. I am not
shitting you. I would not shit you! He
did it! Yeah...ok I'll tell him. Bye.
(click) Hey Jason...that was God and he
said to stop shitting us...but that if
you weren't shitting us, then you are
the coolest person ever and when you
get to heaven he wants to make out with
you in the back of the bus. OK, I gotta
go because the commercial is over and
as you know, TV is far more important
to me than lasting personal
relationships or human contact of any
kind. You are the bestest...but stop
shitting me, you. Bye! (click)
fellow. Ladies, you've tried Joshes,
Jacks, Jeremys, Johns and Jims. Now
try Jason.
little hand in his. He was my preacher,
teacher, anything I had in mind. Plus,
he left me a hard-drive full of quality
music and he likes tuna melts. Anybody
who likes tuna melts can't be evil.
turn recruited two more friends for Jason,
and told those friends to recruit two more
friends each, etc., that when he reached 100
friends we would all have a "Friendster
pizza party" in Cancun. Now I suspect it's
some sort of bullshit pyramid scheme. Nice
guy, though.