The first post of shit that I think is bollocks, is something I think is deadly.

Game of Thrones. Who doesn't like Game of Thrones? The books are perfectly crafted fantasy epics, written in a way that could enthral even the most hardcore and niche fantasy readers. The TV show is a mature, well-casted masterpiece, with more Double D's than a stutterers word palate. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a 50 minute boob holocaust every Monday evening, but the problem I have is where I watch it.

Generally, on a Monday I'm in my girlfriends house in a different county while she is at college, or so she says. One can imagine there is a shady underbelly to what she does. Hanging out in a circle down by the Spanish Arch reading Tom Waits lyrics aloud and licking each other nipples to try and tell the future while huffing down dirty bags of pound shop glue.

Anyway, her housemates are two guys who are somewhat sound. Somewhat.One of them is a guy called Eoin, and for some bizarre reason, I only refer to him as Tom. Not in a creepy way, or a sexual way. Its just funny to do that. He is a big dude, the kind of guy who looks like he drinks liquidized steak and injects huge amount of steroids straight into his throbbing man balls. The Hercules of Galway if you will.

 The other guy is a weedy man from the country. From the endless drivel that sprays from his vile,useless mouth, I've deduced that he thinks of himself as a ladies man. There are several flaws in his deluded visions of himself, perhaps too many to go into. The first big problem is that he looks like he drinks shampoo for breakfast, and has been in several severe accidents involving acid to the face. The second is that he is hugely sexist, and has draconian views on women having full time jobs and being outside of the kitchen. Strange coming from a guy who looks like he'd be terrified of seeing a lovely frontbum. A nice lovely venus cock trap.That said, I don't know either of the guys that well. They seem nice enough, I just don't have too much time for them bar the odd fleeting chat as I stroll out of their toilet after destroying it with my red hot hangover ass-lava.

I watch Game of Thrones in their house, and the two lads are usually always there. I am ONE HUNDRED percent convinced that when I watch it, the two guys think I am watching the most sickening hardcore porn fest with a strange and riveting storyline. The looks I get as I walk from room to room after watching it, incriminating yet somewhat understanding? A perverts nod of approval perhaps.

If I can get away with watching Game of Thrones and them thinking its porn, I could just get away with watching "Anal Sluts 5 - The asspire strikes back"

I started this post, determined to complain about how two guys I don't particularly care for think I'm a pervert, but I just ended up complaining about them. I can live with that though.

Peace.