The dyslexic Amish cereal
He would be a cereal killer
In other words, bran flakes.
I think the should re bran.
There are many tales that have come from Viking lore but few are as lost as the tale of Bran Rudolph the Red.
It was said that he was blessed by God's with a keen ability to predict the weather. Due to this magical gift, he became a renowned seaman. Feared by his enemies, and respected by his bannermen. After years of successful raids and conquests, one of his shield maidens finally plucked up the courage and asked him how he does it.
"Bran, how do you always predict the weather? How have you always, managed to avoid every storm the sea throws at you". All his men laughed and looked up at their leader. Before he could respond, his right-hand man stood up and with a smile on his face and retorted, " It's simple. Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
Kingβs Landing
Eukaryotes.
Some would go so far as calling me a cereal monogamist.
Because it's psyllium.
Arya: Yes I am. Sansa: Yes I am. Robb: Yes I am. Bran: Yes I am. Rickon: Yes I am. Ned: Yes I am. Jon Snow: No, I'm not
I'm a bran ambassador.
No, itβs bran new!
Raisin' Bran
Bran, I want bran.
Raisin Bran.
Except that Bran, he such a flake
You're paying for the bran.
Praisin Bran
She is Raisin Bran
Raisin' Bran.
Grains...
