There are two working phone booths down the street from me. It’s weird.

I want to know what these gift certificates are!

I think the real tragedy here is that we will be subjected to another 72 episodes of ‘Big Bang Theory’.

AND THIS
“I’ll be missing the entire concept of the word, the idea of a parent who doesn’t just sacrifice—as all parents must—but also doesn’t hold that sacrifice against their children.”

I do that too. Haven’t found one with a dial tone for over 2 years, but I still pull over and check if I see one.

That 80s power suit combo was the takeaway winner. What a color!

I actually have a picture of my daughter in a real phone booth with the closing door! I took it, oh, maybe 4 years ago at a small amusement park in rural PA. She had no idea what it was for until she went in and saw the phone.—- a ROTARY phone!

Where did she even find a phone booth?

Fun fact: she’s using a Hermes 3000. A Swiss made typewriter. That particular model was made in the mid-through-late 1950s.

But really! This was one of my favorite scenes. Also,”That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”. Me too Tyrion, me too.

i was clutching my boyfriend’s leg with one hand and had the other alternating between covering my mouth and covering my eyes. i couldn’t handle what i knew was coming.

That scene with the baby...oh god. I asked my husband, “So instead of rape, tonight we’re getting babies and new moms mauled by dogs? FUCKING COOL SHOW.”

Right! I think this scene was potentially really significant if you buy into that whole ‘the dragon has 3 heads’ prophecy. Especially coupled with Tyrion’s discussion of his obsession with dragons when he was younger. He seemed to vibe with them. Targaryen blood perhaps??

Uggghh, yes! I was cringing and scooting back into my pile of pillows during that scene. I kept saying “no no no no nooooooo” and my husband was shushing me. So sad. When Walda was pleading and crying I burst into tears.

I liked Walda and now I'm sad she's dead.

No mention of Tyrion and his dragon whispering?

I sat with my blanket over my head and watched my boyfriend’s facial expressions during the Walda scene. That was enough for me.

I was expecting more talk this morning from people saying feeding a newborn to hunting dogs was their last straw.

Because my brain has weird priorities when watching things, I couldn’t help but wonder how marvelous it would smell in a room with a two or three day dead body and someone starting to burn hair...

Yeah ok, great he’s back. Can someone please kill Olly now?