What People Are Saying

“Tom is the reason I lost my designation as ‘only child’ and started Dad on his goal of single-handedly repopulating New York State! Not only that, but it took NINE years of Tom’s influence to finally get a sister and then he burped and Dad got turned on again!”

— Juli Gorsage

“Tom and his dog Spikietoffer are to blame for the hole in the bathroom wall. He's the one who taught him to chase kids. Tom is the reason I fell down the stairs after passing out. I never told Mom, just like he asked. Now, why did I pass out? Tom and his deadly pillow are the reason I now have a slipped disc in my neck. Tom is the reason I now fear a knock on the door at 2am. I knew I should have looked before opening that door. Tom is the reason Mom had so many kids, it could only get better.
And lastly Tom is the blame for climate change.”

- Barbara Brown

“It’s Tom fault that I didn’t wind up as a Madison County spinster-character, instead of the happily-married-to-a-character person that I am. It’s Tom’s fault that my quiet life turned into an rock concert featuring the talented and ever-entertaining Panek Pandemoniums - including siblings, children, grandchildren and assorted others. It’s Tom’s fault that I get to be stepmom to Callan, Logan, Dan, and Anna and Grandma to Jack and Natalie (and soon Margot). It’s Tom’s fault that he will always be the youngster in our life, no matter how old we grow together.”

- Susan Sherard

“It’s Tom’s fault that my son is constantly glued to the computer, researching things like ‘particle physics’ and ‘string theory’ on Wikipedia. It’s also Tom’s fault that my daughter is constantly in the kitchen, using every single pot and pan (just like Tom), and leaving messes for me to clean up. Tom is also the reason I lost my designation as ‘only child’ - just like Aunt Juli. He just HAD to have another kid. Happy birthday, Dad! We love you!”

- Callan McGraw

“Everyone knows Tom is a man of many words.
We were on the road to start out a fishing trip one spring. We had plenty of music and plenty of Twizzlers. I had strawberry, and he the black liquorice kind that turned his poop an interesting green and black color because he so much. Regardless, he put me in charge of the navigation. Now this was back in the day before GPS was a thing, and we navigated by map. I was supposed to tell him when this turn was coming, and we got to talking and after a while he said, ‘So when is that turn coming up?’ All I could say was, ‘About 25 miles ago!’ I do in fact, Blame Tom.

Tom is a man of many thoughts.
Tom, my sister, Callan, and I were camping up in the mountains one time, and Tom said I should go out and find a tree for us to chop for firewood. I went looking, and I found a modest looking tree that had fallen over a creek and thought it looked like a decent candidate. I got my Dad and showed him the specimen I found, and he said, ‘I think we can find something a bit better than that.’ So we went searching together. He eventually finds a big tree that had fallen a bit ago and said, ‘This looks like a good one!’ He then grabs the axe and starts chopping away. It took him a solid 8 minutes to whack all the way through, but once he heard the final crack he put one foot up on the tree and gave the most smug and accomplished Tom look you could think of. I'll never forget that look on his face. He looked accomplished and proud, but it was the face after that was priceless as it changed in a split second. He pushed off the tree with his foot and started sprinting down the mountain towards me and yelled, ‘YELLOW JACKETS!!!!!!!!!!’ I have never seen those short legs move so fast in my life. We get to the campsite and we were riddled with yellow jackets. He's trying to swipe them off me, I'm trying to get them off him, and Callan is laughing at us in the tent. I was still getting stung and yelled out, ‘Can I run yet?’ Tom ended up taking a gnarly nick out of his wrist with the axe when he was running down the mountain trying to get yellow jackets off him. Once again, I Blame Tom.

Tom is above all a wonderful Father, so if I ever did anything that got under your skin, annoyed you to no end, got you or a loved one in a more trouble than you intended, told you something that was completely wrong, let you know the light was green when it wasn't, or anything along those lines you can go ahead and just

BLAME. IT. ON. TOM.

He's the best and he'll be alright with it.

Unless it's your balding head, because I think he's trying to blame his on someone else.

Happy Birthday Dad! The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.
I love you beyond words and I've had the best time sharing all these crazy adventures with you!!”

- Logan Panek

“Teaching me to tell bad jokes: So, two roads meet at an intersection.

One farts. The other one smells it and complains.

Then the one who farted says ‘don't blame me! It's my Asphalt!’”

- Liz L.

“I blame Tom for the Genesee River flowing north. Like Tom, it's just not right.
I also blame Tom for this website.”

- Gerald Brown

I was at Joe's Dairy Bar in Hopewell Jct, NY with my son and daughter. I had a hot fudge sundae, and was holding down my empty plastic dish with one hand because it was a windy day. I saw a Facebook post about Blame It On Tom on my mobile phone, so I reached over to show my kids. A gust of wind took the (mostly) empty plastic dish, and spilled vanilla ice cream all over my son. This is a true story. TOM DID IT.

- Wayne Delia

This is the best of the worst:
He got me started on Facebook

- Linda Gale

I’ll find something!!!

- Deborah Turner

Firstly, Tom is the reason this website was created. He thought of it long ago.
Secondly, My obsession with cat toys. Tom introduced me to the squiggly ones.
Thirdly, It's Tom's fault for showing me Wikipedia.
Fourth, I only exist because my mom wanted me to, and because Tom just had to have a grandchild.
Thanks Papa Tom!

- Jack McGraw