Another Gawker

It's the freakin' Women's Show.

It must be something about the fair grounds. The camera comes out, and the gawkers want to look into the lens.

You don't think that I know what you're doing. You didn't think I noticed you standing behind me. You thought you'd out smarted me.

You'd be right if I didn't have AVID. I can crop, pan, zoom, and blur to my hearts content. You won't get on TV, but you will be posted to ... The Wall of Shame.