jlf1961
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Joined: 6/10/2008 From: Somewhere Texas Status: offline
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For the record, I said you post like an emasculated Brit from Suffolk, did not call you a brit. Well, <spoiler> Jaime realizes that if the Mother of Dragons really uses them in full war, he (and Cersei) be fucked up the ass with a barbed wire dildo. Jon, the only advisor the Mother of Dragons is listening to (and he aint an advisor) seems to be approved of by one of the Dragons, well if it didnt bite his hand off or burp fire at him when he patted its nose, I would consider that approval (trust me, in a past life, before the freaking brits exterminated the wonderful creatures, I had many dealings with them*) And of course, who could not love the honesty in the line, "Fighting dragons is where our partnership ends." Look, I have been in combat, I have even faced long odds, but I have to agree, if it comes to fighting dragons on the losing side or finding a nice spot to go fishing, I am going fishing. Swords v Dragons, dragons win. Lances v Dragons, dragons win. Atomic Warheads v Dragons, dragons still win (see Reign of Fire) Shot an explosive down a dragons throat, you win, just better be out of the blast zone. Jaime should just take Cersei for a walk (after arranging a meeting with the Mother of Dragons and her children) and feed sis to dragon. Of course he better have a shit ton of Rolaids, cause that bitch will give anything heartburn... or worse. *Attempt at sarcastic humor and a indirect response to grand son asking "were there dragons when you were young grandpa?"
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Boy, it sure would be nice if we had some grenades, don't you think? You cannot control who comes into your life, but you can control which airlock you throw them out of. Paranoid Paramilitary Gun Loving Conspiracy Theorist AND EQUAL OPPORTUNI
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