Call me puerile. Call me retarded. Call Dr. Drew and tell the fucker to write me a script. This is why Twitter beats Facebook to a bloody pulp: Evan Stone just proposed marriage to me there. Yes. He said it will have to be a quickie, just a two week marriage at most. I accepted. I will be Misti Stone for two weeks and the world will be a brighter place fo shizzle, y’all.

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