How much must it suck to be a reporter who has to travel on down to the site of the latest mass annoyance and get dozens of people to verbalize crap that everyone already knows? “Uh, so you were taken by surprise, were you?” “Didn’t expect this in the slightest, I take it?” “A bit of an inconvenience this, isn’t it?” “My, look at this. When I was sent to the airport to verify that folks stuck at an airport because of grounded flights were in fact feeling mightily inconvenienced yet also exhibiting a certain quiet stoicism about it all that that hints at the basic decency of humanity and provides a contrasting example against which to view the dramatic footage we got of that one guy who was drunk, I never in my wildest dreams expected to find a couple unsure of whether to try to get a hotel voucher and wait it out or to continue by bus to their destination, or a just-retired couple on holiday who have missed a connecting flight to their Mediterranean cruise because of the ash cloud And yet, miraculously, I am standing in front of people who meet these exact descriptions right at this moment. Life just becomes surreal when you least expect, doesn’t it? Well, being as I’m here already, I might as well ask them how surprised they were when they arrived at the airport to find all the flights grounded due to an Icelandic volcano.” I’m surprised that there aren’t more instances of reporters bursting into tears and losing their minds in the midst of live coverage of that thing that happened earlier that no one was particularly expecting or that other thing that happened when something didn’t turn out at all the way some people thought it might.

It’s like he realized how drunk and stupid he was halfway through the second time he said it.

Looks like Shrek didn’t get to go to Hooters because his flight was cancelled.

“An’ I ‘ate the mess he left on ma rug, too”

Is that bald dude wearing eye liner??

I love Scots.

Reminiscent of Jonathan the “I like turltes” kid?