I just posted about the Khmer Rouge!

Did the remaining Khmer Rouge muckety-mucks collectively drop dead and I somehow missed it?

You really could do this all day, couldn't you?

That's awesome :) Fourteen-year-old me hates your guts. Sorry about that. She's kind of a bitch.

Oh, we can send 'em. Them staying there and being quiet is a whole other kettle of fish. Idiot.

Here you go, sweetie. It'll be better soon.

Not enough jellyfish, goddammit. Hate those things...

My dog's name is Blackie.

Nailed it.

I would not be able to sleep with that little bastard in my house.

You earned it, buddy.

You rang? :) Ads ran in Vancover, Edmonton and Saskatchewan and in the ad spaces sold above urinals in bars.

I love you, Bob. Realsies.

Clearly, the Sky Waitresses are also Witches who control the weather when they're not telling you when you can text your friends from the plane. WILL THEIR REIGN OF TERROR NEVER END?

It's like when there's a disaster or tragedy like a bombing or a shooting, I have to stop myself from going over to Gawker and posting, "Where's all your 'Fuck the police; all cops are PIGS and they should all DIE. I love it when dogs attack them and drug dealers stab them,' bullshit now?" Because it gets pretty quiet…

Thank you, for putting up with passenger bullshit and not stabbing anyone. And that extra glass of wine some of you slip me when I'm extra charming and just want to sleeeeeeep. It may not exactly be for the safety of the plane, but it is certainly saving the guy sleeping on my shoulder and stealing my armrest some…

Sorry, Jenny. I can't hear anything you're saying due to the seal-like barking of the rising Whooping Cough epidemic you're single-handedly responsible for. But, you know, good luck.

The heart (attack) wants what it wants. Border Patrol be damned.

Those sound amazing. DAMN YOU TRADER JOES

And ketchup chips and all-dressed chips and Smarties which are better than M&Ms :)