There was a post yesterday (maybe on Gizmodo?) about guns forgotten in stalls.

That’s true. Have you seen how much office chairs cost? I couldn’t believe how pricey they are when I first found out.

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve almost been mowed down by cyclists running red lights.

Damn!

I’m flying with them in two weeks. 15 hours to Sydney in economy, baby!

Same with me. I couldn’t bear the thought of my cats being in a cargo hold for up to 12 hours.

I know someone who named their baby Ferguson and that was where my mind went.

That’s funny, because I remember reading an interview with her years ago, presumably before she was married, and taking about how she tells *everyone* if she had great sex the night before.

Plus all the plastic packaging.

I’m convinced my furnace closet is haunted because the cats are always hanging around there, sticking their paws under the door or staring at it.

It’s delicious, but make sure you use a good, sweet watermelon. My last batch wasn’t too good so I gave it to the dogs as a treat. They were happy.

Meanwhile, a Jez post used “who’s” instead of “whose.”

I have one and I love it. Useful even for non-emergencies.

I don’t think he wrote that.

The Toronto Star is keeping a running tally of his lies. I’m guessing there’s one for each day, at least.

“I have a feeling he’s going to regret that.”

There is one. She’s the wife of a coal executive or something. Cushy post.

Well, I guess that makes me a child or an idiot, then.

A cat doesn’t need you, but it does knead you.