Come for the swords, stay for the tits.

Good to know!

So … much … melancholy …

This comment once again proves my theory that GERMANS LOVE DAVID HASSELHOFF.

Don't knock the beard balm until you've tried it.

Bullshit, he's Darwin.

It's a catch-22, I'm afraid. If you know you're smart enough to run for office, you're too smart to run for office. Or something like that.

I'd eat so much of this in one sitting I wouldn't shit for a week.

*unfurls scroll which rolls off into the distance*

I'm only near the end of the fifth season, and it's become a soap opera with swords. I'm watching it to get finished at this point.

Yep, that's about right. Biologically, your frontal lobe - which controls judgment and decision-making - isn't fully developed until 24 or so. We're all morons until our mid-twenties, which I have to keep reminding myself as my otherwise-brilliant teenaged son continues to make one bone-headed decision after another.

"Hey Steven, this is Clem Fandango. Can you hear me?"

So long ago that I was beginning to wonder if it was still happening.

Living with Sofía Vergara must age you faster than becoming the President.

Got you covered.

Matt Berry is a genius.

Absolutely, but my experience is that it's usually not intentional.

Or maybe just on the spectrum.

What were the other two?

Because social media scrolling.