I'm Tired Of Trying To Amuse You With My Site Descriptions
One of my colleagues just informed me that each time she sees someone from Gawker at a New York Media Bowling League event—those fun, co-worker bonding opportunities which, sadly, always seem to occur on nights when I’ve already scheduled optional root canal surgery—they ask her if she knows me and, when she confirms that she does, they shout, “He’s a child molester!” Which is both hurtful and untrue. I always ask to see two forms of ID before I molest
anyone. It sounds like a classic case of Blakeley projecting.