Littlefinger never trusted Rob Ford, but then again, he never trusted anybody.<\/p>\n

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Game of Thrones<\/p>\n

Littlefinger never trusted Rob Ford, but then again, he never trusted anybody.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me, where have you hidden it?\u201d He hissed at the stout, bastard Stark warrior.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not answering your dumb face questions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways the wily fellow, you are quite the adversary, Mister Ford, quite the adversary.\u201d<\/p>\n

Littlefinger, his hands pressed together in contemplation turned his back to the great man. \u201cPerhaps these ladies will help to stir your memory?\u201d He clapped his hands together and two of the most stunning women Rob Ford had even seen in his life walked so softly, so beautifully into the room as to be practically levitating. \u201cJesus,\u201d Ford stammered, \u201care they models or cheerleaders or something?\u201d Littlefinger snorted, \u201cThey are from the land of Seks Guzellik, home to the most breath-taking women the world has ever seen, trained in the arts of love from, oh, a very tender age. They are yours, Rob Ford, yours, all you have to do is tell me where it\u2019s hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n

A look of uncertainty came across Ford\u2019s porcine features, \u201cFrig,\u201d he said, \u201cfrig.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Homeland<\/p>\n

It was completely quiet. That was the first thing Carrie noticed, the complete noiselessness that enveloped her, enveloped them. It was awkward. She felt that he was maybe giving her the silent treatment, which was odd, because Rob Ford had invited\u00a0her<\/em>\u00a0into\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0Escalade. It was also eerie\u2014a sense of foreboding seemed to loom.<\/p>\n

She was always thinking of him. She thought of him when she woke in the morning, when she took her pills after she showered, as she picked out her clothes, as she passed through the security gates at Langley, as she came home in the evening, as she lay in bed trying to sleep. RobRobRob. She could not remember the last time she wasn’t thinking about him, and in that way she believed that she knew him intimately. They had been driving for ten minutes\u2014although it seemed more to Carrie\u2014before he said something, \u201cYou need to meet my brother, Doug.\u201d<\/p>\n

Crep\u00fasculo (Twilight)<\/p>\n

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Etobicoke es un lugar hermoso, aunque algunos lo ven como una ciudad sangrienta. Soy Rob Ford y yo 26 y tener un coraz\u00f3n del tama\u00f1o de una pelota de f\u00fatbol. Tengo ojos rojos y mi sed no es agua en absoluto, sino m\u00e1s bien precisa sangre. Yo soy un vampiro, una manera diferente, alrededor de uno. Tengo una dieta muy baja en la sangre comparada con otros vampiros, mientras que matan cinco humanos para satisfacer su sed diaria, estoy satisfecho con la sangre de un humano y puedo vivir con eso durante dos d\u00edas. Vampiro Rob Ford, tengo un mont\u00f3n de autocontrol y soy muy selectiva con mi presa. Yo puedo ser un vampiro, pero tengo sentimientos.<\/p>\n

The Flintstones<\/p>\n

Roughly, Rob Ford took Wilma by her red bun. Wilma shrieked, but nobody came to her aid. Fred and Barney were bowling. Rob Ford laughed, high-pitched and nasally, and put his hand on her breast, palming it like a football. He thrust his tongue, that golden tongue that through great oratory had so often dazzled Bedrock, into her ear. \u201cNo, Rob Ford,\u201d Wilma whispered, and then even quieter, \u201cno.\u201d<\/p>\n

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