von Lutscha » Do 28. Jul 2005, 19:31
Als ich das das letzte mal gesucht hab, bin ich kläglich gescheitert.
Jemand sollte Dich mit dem Auftrage des Amtes des DnD-Terminplaners beauftragen!!!
Und das tue ich hiermit, schlag einen Termin vor, Arsch.
For once, his father did what Tyrion asked him. The proof was the sudden stench, as his bowels loosend in the moment of death. Well, he was in the right place for it, Tyrion thought. But the stink that filled the privy gave ample evidence, that the oft-repeated jape about his father was just another lie.
Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.