Maud’s blog has an amusing entry about a guy who lied his way into the editorship of a gay-porn mag. Maud’s excerpt:
There was the flamboyant gay editor who could barely speak English?let alone use grammar correctly; the standard office whore; and a bitter old copy editor who had been with the company for decades. His office doubled as the storeroom, and every time he saw me he screamed, “I hope you know The Chicago Manual of Style! We don’t use that pussy New York one!”
And no mention of AP whatsoever. Could be thought of as a selling point, I suppose. (Warning, the link’s not work-safe; the site hosting it, called Viceland, has a lot of deeply twisted stuff that’s interesting primarily for its ability to trigger your gag reflex.)