CeruleanRuin

It is fenced off on the grounds of the Royal Hospital in Chelsea, but some good aim with a small catapult could still get the job done.

I don't think it's so much that people expect GRRM to die soon -- nevermind the fact that he's well into his 70s and rumors about his health are irrepressible -- as it is that the most recent book in the series was released thirteen years ago.

Between the first two books, there were two years, then another two years for book 3, then five years, then six. It's simply a matter of an unfavorable mathematical progression. Even if by some miracle he drops Winds of Winter tomorrow, the planned final book would seemingly take at least as long again to finish, and given the difficulty of endings, probably much longer than that. GRRM could live to 100 and we would be lucky to see him complete this series.

"Soon" doesn't even come into it.

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.

They already own a second or third house in a mountain state so they can ski in the winter. They're already pre-migrated.

It's a GOD, stupid. It can do whatever it wants.

I don't understand why you don't just put the kids in the helicopter and fly them up to Grandpa's condo?

Bring back the stockade for shit like this.

How thoughtful of them to ensure that the deceased would have something to put up their butt in the underworld.

And there is some green coloration on it, indicating the dildo was once painted to look like a cucumber. Derek Smalls gets it.

Now please turn to song 146 in your hymnals, The Cat Cameth Back.

Maybe it's time to admit that you are bad at this and you should do something else besides trying to run a business. It's clearly not your forte.

This is pretty good satire, and I gotta give you props for sticking to the bit, LunchMoneyThief.