How many times has this happened to you — you sit down on a plane and get to talking to the guy sitting next to you, and lo and behold, it turns out that the guy is the very same guy who made a sex tape with your wife and then posted the footage on the internet. Boy, if I had a nickel! Page Six says:

Kris Humphries was stone-faced seated next to Kim Kardashian’s ex, Ray J, on a Delta flight Sunday from LA to New Orleans. Humphries, who boarded in Minneapolis, was in an aisle seat across from the singer in first class. Humphries sat there for a few minutes before moving to a seat in front of Ray J.

After minutes of “awkward silence,” Ray J walked up to Humphries’ seat to congratulate him, but Kris acted like he didn’t recognize him. According to a source, “Ray J said, ‘Come on, you know who I am. I just want to say congratulations.’ Then Kris, realizing he was cornered, said, ‘Oh yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I know who you are.’ ”

Believe it or not, there are people out there who don’t know who you are, Ray-J. People who don’t listen to F-list rap from ten years ago. People like me, for instance. Ray J could walk right up to me on the street and I’d have no idea who the hell he was. None. Chances are good I’d just assume he was going to rape me because I’m a white woman and then hose him down with pepper spray.

Cheesy honeymoon footage that looks like the beginning of every Skinemax movie you saw when you were in sixth grade, above; at their stupid “Welcome to New York” party they threw themselves yesterday (no, seriously) below:

PHOTO SOURCE: Fame Pictures

R&B singer Ray J was kicked out of a Washington D.C. Hyatt Regency early Saturday morning for possession of the hallucinogen known as PCP. According to TMZ

Ray J went to his room after partying it up when hotel management got a complaint. Security went up to the room where they allegedly found… a stash of marijuana and the [club drug PCP known as] “Boat.” The singer tried to bribe hotel security so he could stay but they didn’t bite.

When the hell did PCP become a “club drug?” Kids these days. I watched an episode of COPS one time where this guy was high on PCP and it took nearly six cops half an hour to wrestle him to the ground. They tased him like five times and hosed him down with pepper spray and the dude didn’t even flinch. I think they finally had to shoot him in the knee to bring him down. If LSD is the respectable banker uncle at the family reunion, then PCP is the belligerent cousin who shows up with a shotgun down the front of his overalls yelling about communist bears stealing beer out of his trailer again. Yeah, I think I’ll pass.

Ex-toilet Kim Kardashian at a nightclub in The Hamptons on Sunday: