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Jason Ritter

Born on February 17, 1980 in Los Angeles, CA

Since actor Jason Ritter hails from a long line of successful entertainers, it seemed only natural that he would eventually try his hand at performing. The son of late Three's Company star John Ritter and the grandson of Hollywood Western star Tex ... Read Full Biography

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