@@analiysanchez9949 speaking of taste, your mom taste like salmon. If it tastes like trout, pull it out. If it tastes like salmon, keep on jammin. Oh and she had to go work the streets last night, after we finished. Please let her know I left her a pack of Newports on the nightstand.
“Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.” :)
