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Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
This is common sense.
If you see me in that middle of a productive task like sleeping, munching on cheese, drinking bourbon from the bottle or manhandling my Johnson, please refrain from acting on your urge to show me the right path.
I know that path, that’s why I’m not on it.
As popular as that swamp?
Oh fuck no dude. Let’s fucking not
…funk
soul
brother.