See, Theon chapters have always been some of my favorites. And I will contend that the Reek chapters are probably some of Martin's best demonstration of craft.

That roast beef is stolen roast beef. That is the evidence of some piece of shit (no pun intended) stealing a roast beef sandwich and eating it in hiding, in the only place allowable for a person with such a clear lack of morals: the goddam toilet. May that asswipe shit his pants in public someday.

I had an acquaintance who was concession staff at DL. It was like working for the military, interestingly enough...

OK THIS IS GROSS YOU GUYS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF GROSS.

Mind the Hodor.

Moat Cailin Northbound is the biggest bottleneck of a station, ugh. Such a maze and so many people trying to get through such a narrow transfer, and you can't find a transit employee to save your life. It's a wonder anyone makes it through without the express assistance of station admin.

That gently bearded man will haul his piano up the fire escape of your Brooklyn apartment and sit outside your window playing Billy Joel's "Piano Man" in the style of Bon Iver as you fall asleep under your DIY antique mosquito net bed canopy.

I move to rename them "Hipster Freeballer Shortpants"

Unless you are an actual genie, NO. If you are a genie, congratulations and I'd like my 3 wishes please.

Assuming he signed the policy, this should actually increase Winston's draft stock as it proves he can actually read coverage.

"...and when you click here, you see people in your area who want to hook-up..."

"Check this shit out!"

I *love* Tig, but nopes. Tommy Flanagan forever and ever.

Ok, did anyone else binge watch season 4 of The Killing this weekend? I know a lit I'd people weren't happy with the ending, but I loved it. I am now obssessively listening to Peace of Mind by The. Jezabels from the finale

My friend's little brother has schizophrenia but also a great sense of humor. He got one of those "Hi! My name is ___" name tags on his chest but the space where you write the name is blank and he writes in a name based on how (or maybe who?) he feels like that day.

Good one. I'm taking it a step further and throwing at any person who isn't over the age of 70 or under the age of 10 who has two perfectly functioning legs for not climbing the goddamn escalator. Those who do this on the people movers should actually be hit with a bowling ball.

-Those who decide right at the top or bottom of a set of stairs or escalator is the perfect place to stand and gawk/navel gaze/congregate and chat/ that they have no clue where they are going, and block the whole damn thing. That merits fastball to the earhole.

Sobbing while eating Nutella on a tortilla. Damn you PMS!