Robert Strong never takes his helmet off, I assumed that this is because his head is in Dorne. I don't know to what extent, but there are almost certainly bits and pieces of The Mountain in there.
Robert Strong never takes his helmet off, I assumed that this is because his head is in Dorne. I don't know to what extent, but there are almost certainly bits and pieces of The Mountain in there.
My first thought was Reno 911, but well done.
Wait though, am I missing something? I'm pretty sure that character has A LOT to do with The Mountain in the books? It's not combining story lines if it's kind of strongly hinted in the book that it's the same story line, right?
I was totally waiting for Brienne and Pod to run into her, or at the very least, the Brotherhood Without Banners following the fight with Clegane.
I have read them, and I know what you mean...but the only thing about Oberyn's death that gave me any comfort was the idea of that sadistic fuck in sheer agony as a result of his wounds. I didn't get it, at least not in this episode. I'm feeling bloodthirsty, is all.
See, I think it's the opposite. This is not Cersei "acting like nothing happened." Cersei told Tywin she'd "burn the house down" before she'd let herself be separated from Tommen. Think about it. If she really told the truth about Tommen's parentage, he'd no longer be king, she'd be disgraced, etc. And she's willing…
Ok, but come on...it was kind of hilarious, how after all that, Bran was like "At last! Are you going to give me my legs back?" and the tree dude was like "Junior, no. Is that what the fuck you thought we were doing here?"
You shut your mouth! I would walk through fire to save the adorable little drumming moppet from Love, Actually. Joanna is waiting for him at the airport!
I was hoping for way more agony for The Mountain. I mean, the dude just lay on the table, unconscious or whatever. What happened to the screams echoing all over the castle? The unbearable pain? I'm still way bent about my bb Oberyn. I'm gonna have to insist on a lot more suffering.
I can't even get mad at the OP. I can't even remember the last time that the responses in a thread made me laugh this hard.
I'll be 36 in a few months. Do you know where I'm supposed to report to claim my standard-issue old lady Merrell clogs? I know it used to be the Social Security office, but I heard they might change it to the Department of Elder Affairs at the Senior Center.
WHAT? Didn't you get the AARP Newsletter? They've relaxed the "Pants with buttons" ban, and will not start enforcing Snuggie Protocol until the age of 33! Dansko or Merrill clogs will not be mandatory until 40. Is it too late for you to get your stuff back?
Shhhh. Don't be mad at them. They truly have no idea that one day, they'll be 35 too. That they will be hunkered down over the bathroom mirror, looking for gray hairs and wondering if they "still look good for their age." That will be punishment enough.
I think they've started calling themselves Chico's nowadays.
Amy Redwine's not a regular mom, she's a cool mom!
Wow, yeah. Maybe you can commission a dress made entirely of lentils and then donate it to a soup kitchen afterwards.
No. Spending an obscene amount of money on a dress you'll wear exactly once is a spoiled, self-indulgent, wasteful practice, but not one that is in any way limited to Americans. What you do with it after that is irrelevant.
Heh, yeah. I guess because my (not obscenely expensive, but still the most I've ever spent on a single item of clothing) wedding dress got destroyed accidentally, I see the humor. For a split second when I heard the fabric rip, my stomach dropped, like "OMFG, I just ruined my dress!" But then I had to laugh, because…
That's what I mean, though....whether you spend $100 or $10,000, it's not a sound investment either way. You'll never wear it again! Yeah, I could spend even more money to have it "preserved" and then it can take up way too much (valuable) space in my closet for 30 years on the off-chance that my daughter might want…
Eh, I get it. I destroyed my wedding dress without even trying (Little underhooks on the train got caught under one of those revolving doors at the reception. Rrrrrriiiiip!) I didn't even get a cool commemorative photo.