HEAD SQUASHIN’ AND DRAGON RIDIN’, Y’ALL
Wherein I forget to turn on shuffle, live in fear of Eagle Men, and lament the plight of Person Man.
My phone is clogged, and it’s time to simplify, man.
Featuring full-fledged members of the Stannis Crew.
“The Grand Maester had seven hells of a time trying to find a salve for THAT, I tell you what.”
Winter is coming, and it effin THRASHES.
The ritual has begun; Satan’s work is done.
The Alamo, lucha libre masks, and a DEATHRIDE INTO THE HEART OF TERROR.
Because you were probably too cool to be there when I live-tweeted most of it.
WE ARE MOTÖRHEAD AND WE PLAY ROCK AND ROLL