TM 248: Vecchio. Ray Vecchio.
Sep. 13th, 2008 02:48 amWould you make a good spy? Why/why not?
No question about it. If I had longer hair and a British accent, Hollywood would be signing me up for Bond. None of this Daniel Craig nonsense, blond hair and blue eyes and pining after his woman. Note the distinct lack of a plural there, people. It’d be fast cars and hot women, bullets flying, surviving by the skin of my teeth. Adrenaline shot up to a thousand cc.
Being a cop, I’m fairly used to that lifestyle already. My gun’s loaded when I walk out the door. I climb into a 1971 classic Buick Riviera. I have plenty of hot women to… Well, there are women at the precinct. In fact, just last week a fiery redhead came up to me and asked for my number. And I’m sure had she not been in cuffs and doped up to her eyeballs at the time she’d have asked for a lot more, if you catch my drift.
Oh, you catch it.
Point is, I’m 007. The spy that never dies. So bring me my martini already.
No question about it. If I had longer hair and a British accent, Hollywood would be signing me up for Bond. None of this Daniel Craig nonsense, blond hair and blue eyes and pining after his woman. Note the distinct lack of a plural there, people. It’d be fast cars and hot women, bullets flying, surviving by the skin of my teeth. Adrenaline shot up to a thousand cc.
Being a cop, I’m fairly used to that lifestyle already. My gun’s loaded when I walk out the door. I climb into a 1971 classic Buick Riviera. I have plenty of hot women to… Well, there are women at the precinct. In fact, just last week a fiery redhead came up to me and asked for my number. And I’m sure had she not been in cuffs and doped up to her eyeballs at the time she’d have asked for a lot more, if you catch my drift.
Oh, you catch it.
Point is, I’m 007. The spy that never dies. So bring me my martini already.