Bless your heart.
Bless your heart.
My cousin Eugene is a real asshole. Everybody who knows him agrees on that. It’s a real trial for my uncle Eugene and Aunt Euginie. I had to spend a fair amount of time with my cousin Eugene in my formative years, so I am very good at recognizing assholes.
Obama was fine. You’re just an asshole.
130k doesn’t make you rich as fuck. It can make you comfortable, lets you save some, and buy nice stuff especially if you are single, and it gives you choices in how you live your life. It doesn’t make you wealthy. It means that over 50% of the population, no matter how hard they work, are poor.
Five good movies isn’t enough?
Bless your heart.
Sansa is either a calculating bitch or really stupid (I vote for both). But she did say one smart thing. She told Jon that Rickon was as good as dead, and that there was no way of saving him. No aspect of the battle should be based on the premise that Rickon could be saved.
He got everything wrong but he’s still right!
No viewers care about Rickon. He is a meaningless plot device.
Sorry. You’re super double wrong. Hope that let’s you admit your errors.
Bitch set him up.
Good thing they were paid up. If you’re behind the machina won’t show up no matter how hard you beg.
Golly, Mr. Prognosticator, can you tell us what’s going to happen in this season’s final episode?
Man, that Jon Snow is a fucking tactical genius.
I’m always amazed at these lists. Not because politicians can be bought, but by how incredibly cheap they are.
What the fuck do you need an assault rifle for, you retarded turd sniffer?
Can’t keep the Jews from the Chinese takeout. There’s only so much hummus and falafel one can take.
It’s the tears of the Palestinians in the water that is the secret ingredient.
3000 cc would be incredible. You could drive 42 lawnmowers and have enough power left for a string trimmer. I’m jacked.
Unlike all previous fan theories, which have proven to be total bullshit, and have not panned out, this theory is spot on and is bound to be confirmed by the show.