Barristan Targaryen, King’s Hand (But, we have dragons, so I just sit on my ass and drink wine.)

…and, I’m fired? Got it. See ya’ll later. **silently pulls a pair of Oakleys from the back of his shirt, puts them on and strolls to his Dodge pickup in the staff parking lot**

What hotel do you go to that gives you that many f***ing towels!?

10 for 10. By the way, pizza chains that put cheese over their topping should be burned to the ground. I’m looking at you, Godfather’s.

Need. More.

“No bras allowed whilst drifting” was a great rule in hindsight.

Whatever. She’s still a badass in my book, “Reuben P.’s Expurgated Book of Irish Badasses.”

All of those dudes are pretty ripped!

My neighbor is a christian and drives a sweet Audi A8. Time to buy some driving gloves and a pair of those loafers with the knobby soles. (Unless I can find a christian shoe store.)