Punky Brewster belongs here!

It REALLY gets my goat when some haughty ,OCD motherfucka tells me—ME—how I may eat MY Twix. Get outta town!

This actually was what got me listening to Rollins spoken word cassettes: couldn't resist a skeleton in shorts and a tee in front of a classroom. Could anyone?

I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever that there will be an internet-breaking scene of someone poisoning Bronn again, only this poison's antidote will be provided only if he admits that the poisoner is the most Hodor Hodor in the world.

Ride the Lightning, bitches!