That’s the plan: we are boxed en route and slotted neatly into the coach class racks

Rudy, may you soon vote for Hillary

Gawd... this and that crazy English guy who claims he was there on the flight. I feel like we’re in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. And are losing sight of who’s the inmates and who’s the doctors.

Ah, I think Uncle C-c-Claudius went that way, too, and The Cock, for the most part. I have nothing to tweet, for some reason, so am bound to the slowly chilling bath that is gawker media....

Aha yes I DO know you (in as much as one can here without knowing anyone at all, really, or seeming creepy). I was momentarily confusing you with Big Gay Owl, who I also liked, but has gone the way of most of the owls.

Everybody’s happy ‘cept the tuna.

Are you an incarnation of another amusing owl-named commenter from the old days? If not, please disregard my nostalgic rambling. I am clearly in Chafee mode...

I may make that my username

For those wishing to experience coach class, simply purchase normal sneakers two sizes too small.

Soylent groan

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more odd

Disturbing as Trump is, the subservient males who come crawling out from under rocks to stroke his manhood are even worse.

If that was a host it’d have the record for most repairs needing done on a nightly basis...

“Sir, we’re tracking a cluster of logins from a remote nursing home somewhere in South America...”

This is your chance to be the multiple-named person you always wanted to be. With gold leaf, you can be ANYONE, even hyphenated, or titled, or a von or van. Maybe even a de. Think bigger, Ashley Le Feinberg!

BF BFF?

MRD BF?

lovely, lovely ....

There’s not a variant called R2-Decaff?

says Blunt, sipping a soy cappuccino.