About Me
Sheer poetry, dear boy.
Support your families like the rest of us - be born billionaires.
I was going to put a short bio here but I thought better of it. If you really want to know anything about me you can ask.
Just so everyone knows I am quick to anger. Like a wizard but without the impressive hat.
And that is a chair with a panda on it
“It won’t be so bad, Sansa,” Arya said. “We’re going to sail on a galley. It will be an adventure, and then we’ll be with Bran and Robb again, and Old Nan and Hodor and the rest.” She touched her on the arm.
“HODOR!” Sansa yelled. “You ought to marry Hodor, you’re just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!” She wrenched away from her sister’s hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her.”
“HODOR!” Sansa yelled. “You ought to marry Hodor, you’re just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!” She wrenched away from her sister’s hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her.”
