We received the photograph at right on Friday evening, when we’d already shut down the shop, and like most things Gosselin, we forgot about it almost as soon as we became aware of it. But then, this morning, like a dream after which you have to check in with your friends just to make sure it was not indeed real, we had to face it: Jon Gosselin was out and about among us over the last few days, spreading his Axe-Body-Spray’d loins all over Rittenhouse like the Kadester only wishes he could. Pictured here with a local irony-lover at Village Whiskey, this is almost photographic proof that Jose Garces‘ newest spot is his concession to Generation Fauxhawk — Lesser Garces, if you will. But that’s not disturbing or anything; that’s just populism. What rattles us is the single line of text (other than “Sent from my iPhone”) that accompanied this photo. It read, in whole:

We made love…

Which was an immediate tipoff that nothing happened here. Because, as everybody knows, Jon Gosselin does not make love. Jon Gosselin fucks.

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This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 at 12:42 pm.