Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 3: Lock Up Your Daughters

Sup yall, iss ya boi Rock Digglesbee aka Doggie Dippa aka Chairman of the Chaz and Dave tribute bands fanclub, here's some more shit. Remember since VSauce got weird, Ol Rocky's the only eBoi yall can trust anymore.

I wish we could go back to spit facts.

Anyway, down at Fort Bean, Lil Finga tries whipping out some quantum physics theories about parallel universes and alternate timelines and his donkeypunch fetish, but then Bran aka Rosebud was the sledge aka Dr Manhattan rocks up and is jus like "Bish, get on my level! I can time travel, ya gay ass pedo weiny!" Anyway. Bran has a nice little chat with his sister about how she looked good on the night she was raped... Is he sayin she deserved it?

Jon meets with Danny aka Burner of Toast aka Bearer of Titles aka Carl Easy aka All these titles and you chose salt aka crazy dragon lady aka Watcher of Simpsons aka Cooker of Soup aka Purveyor of Used DVDs (still good condition tho) on Ebay aka... and the list goes on. Davos proves to be a shite wingman, as he only remembers Jon's name barely. Also starts off their visit with some casual "So, where are you from?" like when my grandad saw a brown person in the street the other day. Casual xenophobe or silver fox? You decide!

Anyways, meanwhile, the early Grey Worm gets the bird, so now he's afta some castle. But getting dat shit was no probs for ma man G Wormz. You can almost hear Admiral Ackbar shouting in the background... and yall already know what he's saying. Euron sends his squidbois to wreck their shit while he delivers Cersei's mail-order brides. The Sand Snakes are now removed from the show like a shrivelled up wart off an old biddie's nozzle, an all it took was a Pirates of the Caribbean montage an some lesbo action.

Unfortunately Cersei doesn't just blow buildings, she also blows her brother. So he goes rocking up to the Old Tyrell place. A moment of silence for Margery's disintegrated tits. Aight, so Grandma Tyrell goes out like a champ, havin a right ol Kingslayer to Kingslayer chat about how she's glad she gave Joff the old Jimi Hendrix treatment. Real recognize real I guess?

And thass all for now. Til the nex time I drink paint. Peace.