Cap’s reality doesn’t even have to be an alternate timeline. He was frozen for 70 years, during that time his future self could have been keeping Agent Carter’s bed warm.
Keeping them in the dragon pit at King’s Landing made them smaller and smaller until they were the size of dogs. Dragons need to be free-range to reach their full size, apparently. (Or the maesters were secretly poisoning them in the dragon pit until they died out).
So it’s one of these systems?
Because we’re in a snakeoil gold rush.
+1 lawsuit
Podrick ate a Double-Double, so he wins.
After all the treats he brought Jon, too:
The smallfolk are calling the Queen a Pumpkin Spice drinker, but isn’t more obvious that the cup belongs to the soy boy Aegon? It’s placed behind him, like he turned around and put it where he thought it was out of shot.
Sounds like your algorithms are fucked.
Probably because he couldn't eat a pussy in open session.
The dragon does have three heads, but Tyrion just needs a sidecar for one of the remaining dragons.
He basically just repeated the conversation he has with Baron every month.
She’s finally finished the skin suit from the women in her basement and is ready to rock it in public.
Euron is Balon Greyjoy’s little brother. The fetus growing inside her is also a “little brother” in many ways, just saying.
Finally the Obamas, Clintons and Soroses will answer for their crimes.
This is an easy one: he was talking about young people who grew up to become cops.
Everyone is relatively healthy until they are dead.
Where in the Oregon? Oh, Springfield, par for the corpse.
Especially when it’s just reading posts on /pol/.