Thrice

I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

Arya Stark

<3 Never!

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Bulldog

BFFs <3

Fun fact - the bloke holding the pint at the bottom left's genuine name is Paul McCartney.

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Arya Stark

I bet no one ever believes him.

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Bulldog

Funnily enough, I didn't when I first met him

Weirdest thing is, he doesn't even like the Beatles either.

FETCHER.

Hhaha, it'd be a cool name for him if he did like them, what were his parents thinking?!

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Bulldog

I used to know someone called William Williams. Beat that

I remember reading somewhere that there are loads of people in this country called Wayne Rooney and Michael Owen as well. Unfortunately I'm yet to meet one of them, but due to some bizarre twist of fate they probably all suck at football.

FETCHER.

I used to know someone called Kieran Kierany , and Richard Dick who got called Dick Dick haha

Haha yes, having the name wayne rooney is unfortunate in itself never mind being piss at football too

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Bulldog

Richard Dick. Tell me you nicknamed him Double-Dick

The day I meet some called Richard Head I'll be a happy man!

edit - Or, better yet, Mike Hunt.

Thrice

When I was a youngster, we would prank call people in the phonebook with odd names. We had a Richard Weiner, but the greatest was the Terryberry family. Jerry and Edith. I pretended to be their long lost grandson, Gary, son of Mary, brother of Harry etc... They were old, and I'm not sure if they bought any of it, but they never let me know, they played along for a couple years, and I would always call to see how they were doing.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."