Hopefully dispelling all doubts, the object of Jack Burkman’s affection (and target of his attempted solicitation) has posted his business card. We’d suggest something about public shaming, but the guy’s probably pretty hard to shame.
Hey — any readers out there save their back issues of George magazine? There was an Ann Coulter column a number of years back about the disaster that is the Washington dating scene, and one of the illustrative anecdotes was about an unnamed Burkman. And considering what he revealed about his taste last weekend, it shouldn’t be surprising that it didn’t work out between Ann and Jack — the lady’s flatter than a Tony Snow flute solo.
candied angel [LiveJournal]
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