So who's up for selling themselves to me for some non-consentual sex?

Goggins would fit in with one of the mercenary companies. Gold Company, Second Sons, Wind Blown; he'd shine as a member of any of them.

Stannis is the Mannis because he put the lives of his subjects ahead of his own daughter. His wife, awed at his moral purity, lynched herself because she knew she's always doubt and faultier. Being a detriment instead of a boon to this glorious king is unbearable.

Rob Schneider is a fame-hungry charlatan who befriends a Jew with all the right connections to the Semitic Media Cabal, granting him the power to coast into millions of dollars without even trying!

If they needed a title, they should have stolen from the lyrics and settled for "The Trickster and a Javelin Man" or "Living on a Lamb is Like Living on the Sun".

Pop Pop?

I hope the TV series dedicates an episode to the Ghostess Fruit Pie ad, by far the apex of the series.

I thought it's innuendo for urethra penetration.

Too long if you ask me. Cancer made the right call this time.

It's a Givens that we're all tapped out by now.

May be just me, but I need a cable subscription to access the show streams. I just have the internet and an antenna. I won't wait a year, so a-pillaging I go.

First I'm hearing about it. But then, I can't be bothered to learn what's happening in my neighboring states, so it could be a personal flaw.

Turkish oil wrestling. The thetas are lured out to stroke your leather pants, and discover you're too greasy to crawl back into. Then it's just a matter of plunging your hands deep into your opponent's trousers to fish them all out.

He'd better finally fight the true evil manipulating the world: the Hare Krishnas.

I will give you special powers every time you say the word: SKREWPA!

Which sexual positions would you want to perform with him?

A Motorcade of Mutts?

High-Rise is one of my favorites from Ballard. Hope you enjoy it.

It was the worst gift I was ever given; a copy of Bootylicious on 7-inch pink vinyl. It somehow broke my Hi-Fi.

God made the penis fit perfectly inside the human hand to see if we loved him enough not to touch it. So out of appreciation for his excellent craftsmanship, stop touching it.