The truth is I think Mr. Stone was toying with me. I do not believe Evan Stone has any intention to meet me in Vegas and be my groom for two weeks. This is me crashing down to bloody splinters from my considerable love high, fueled by a flippant Tweet. Porn stars, be gentle with your fans at Twitter. They may very well be deranged love addicts, all too willing to haul ass to the airport and buy a ticket to Las Vegas.

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