Heart + soul = hole was a superb amalgamation, but how did the drinking game work?
Especially since I believe the statement was “Tyrion is such a good person deep down in his hole…wait.”
Here were the rules:
…tyrion says something sexual
…hodor says hodor
…daeneris says Khalisi
…someone is naked
…someone is injured
…someone says winter is coming
…someone says a lannister always pays his debts
…someone is having sex; again if it’s incest
…swords are drawn
and if someone is decapitated, finish your drink.
It was one of those situations where you try to say both words at once and the result is a sad amalgamation.
Capitalist mentality: it’s only worthwhile if it’s worth cold hard cash.
dick chariot. Choderiot?
EDIT: It bothers me tremendously how close that penis is to those blades on the front.
It was you!?
I was thinking about it today, and it would be hell to be immortal. People and places you know decaying aside, it would be like a crow being immortal. No matter how long that crow’s alive, it’ll never evolve to be able to talk.
lol that does blow. I wonder if on a long enough timeline, would a crow start to figure shit out and invent means of communication?
So like, infinity minus 5? Infinity minus 23165813186521?
Yeah, somewhere in that neighborhood.
y u no give me helpful advice.
Wait a sec Solid Snake.
Alright, I’ll do it.
A yeast feast? Where we’re fed bread?
I don’t think you guys are treating my problem very seriously.