With that dead and confused look in his eyes, maybe he should be relating to a therapist (or a talent agent) instead.
Or random-ass misspelled messages from guido-looking guys from Iowa:
how are yOuH doin babay? you look sexY can I wanna know u betta shawtyThat would be a resounding NO, babe. ::immediately hits the delete button::
;)
Ok ok. Sometimes I delete the supremely wack messages and requests, of which there are many. Some I keep around to chuckle about
There's even a blog devoted to this mess: MyFreaks.
Facebook (sheeit, even Twitter) for the win, y'all.