Cos they're undercover.
holey -Moley...
He was such an impasta
My cover was blown constantly
βHydrogen Bond.β
I guess you could say they perform... thespionage
They still havenβt found what theyβre looking for.
I wasnβt Bourne yesterday, you know.
The stalk market is very weak.
He didn't. He was never really on your side.
Sneakers
Thespianage!
"Greetings, comrade." says the spy, but before he could finish his sentence, the Russian says, "I think you are American spy."
The spy is alarmed, but being a skilled, trained, spy, he says, "That is not true! I am the proudest Soviet there is! I can sing the anthem more beautifully than any other man in the country!"
He then proceeds to sing the Soviet anthem, so melodically and beautifully, that everybody in the bar cheers.
"Very good, very good!" says the politician. "But I still think you are spy."
The man continues to keep his cool.
"I am a historian! I can tell you everything about this glorious country!"
He then spends about two hours recounting the Revolution, the Great Patriotic War, about how superior to the Russia is in terms of technology compared to America and makes a great argument about how communism is beneficial to society.
"Amazing! You are skilled!" says the politician.
The spy smirks.
"But I still think you American spy."
The spy is getting frustrated, but still unfazed.
He replies, "I am good drinker, a true Russian! Let us drink, and see who can come out top!"
The bar turns its attention to the politician and the spy, who are now in a drinking contest.
The bartender serves drink after drink of vodka.
After about an hour of drinking, the politician nearly passes out, unable to hold as much liquor as the spy, to a resounding cheer amongst the bar.
In the midst of the cheering, the Russian politician gets up, smiling, and in a slurred speech, repeats, "You are good, you are good... but I still think you are spy."
The American spy, piss drunk, loses his skill and gives up.
"Okay, you got me. I am an American. But what made you think that way, after all this time?"
The Russian politician replies, "There aren't many black people in Russia."
A tourist.
Lesbionage
S. P. O'Nage
They have eyes everywhere
They always quack under interrogation.
CIEh?
Peking Tom
just to get a Birdseye view.
He's incogneato.
A bonding moment.
He was undercover.
Moss code
Bond. Gold Bond.
Apparently my son is the ultimate dad joker, as his instant reply was my hair. Much to the amusement of his mother and brother. For me the game was over and done with... π
During World War 2, a spy working for the East, and a spy working for Great Britain infiltrated Nazi Germany.
Their mission, eliminating a Schutzstaffel officer.
They succeeded, and the british infiltrator taunted his target afterwards
However, his comrade in arms then punched him in the face.
Why ?
>!He had said "You SS are stupid."!<
His name was James Pond.
In the I.C.U.!
It's an impasta
Ian Phlegming
He kept bugging him.
Truly, the Brits are living in a modern day Sir Valence state.
If I were to tell you I'd have to krill you.
They had to put him in the Icu.
Espeon.
peak-o de guy-o
We were watching the movie and she says "this movie isn't going anywhere", and I sit for a moment before replying, "yeah, 80's comedies were mostly a string of gags" pause for dramatic effect, "coincidentally, so were 80's pornos!"
I proceed to laugh at that for 2 minutes while she roles to her side and ignores me.
By moss code.
