He paid a steep price for what he knew.
I would tell her otherwise, but she's in the shower right now.
It was a blessing in disguise.
James Blonde
You tap their lions.
Turns out she cagey B
He goes undercover
He would always travel inclognito.
They go under-cover
They were in four mints.
After all, you'll be in da skies.
Somehow he manages to weave through traffic and lands a punch so hard the nun hits the deck spitting teeth.
"HAH!!" shouts Dad.. "NOT SO TOUGH AFTER-ALL EH, BATMAN??!!!!"
Cos they're undercover.
They were denied axis.
The second cowboy is relieved to be alive, and thankful that he knew that that was no bacon tree.
It was a ham bush
I read it undercover to cover.
He was such an impasta
James bond
They call her Cagey B.
holey -Moley...
“Hydrogen Bond.”
I guess you could say they perform... thespionage
My cover was blown constantly
He didn't. He was never really on your side.
"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."
Thespianage!
They still haven’t found what they’re looking for.
I wasn’t Bourne yesterday, you know.
The stalk market is very weak.
A tourist.
They have eyes everywhere
CIEh?
They always quack under interrogation.
Peking Tom
A bonding moment.
just to get a Birdseye view.
He's incogneato.
