As I watch more Game of Thrones, I wonder what kind of job I would want in that world.
I mean, if King of the Iron Throne was already taken.
Running the whore house would be fun, but keeping my bitches in line would be irksome. I'm too nice a guy. Plus I'd be too busy using my own service for any customer to even get close to it.
Fire-breathing dragon would be so cool. I mean, hot, but cool. Get to hang with the Khaleesi. Feel sorry for the female dragons around menopause time. The hot flashes must be wicked.
I've decided I would be a coroner. What an easy job that would be:
Coroner's report: cause of death
Body #1: sword wound
Body #2: sword wound
Body #3: sword wound
Body #4: sword wound
Body #5: sword wound
Body #6: sword wound
Body #7: sword wound
Body #8: sword wound
Body #9: sword wound
Body #10: sword wound
Body #11: sword wound
Body #12: sword wound
Body #13: sword wound
Body #14: sword wound
Body #15: sword wound
Body #16: sword wound
Body #17: sword wound
Body #18: sword wound
Body #19: sword wound
Body #20: sword wound
Body #21: sword wound
Body #22: poison…
All dead bodies: sword wound or poison.
Retire!
