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A suit.
My girl.
And beluga caviare... A lot of beluga caviare.
I've had two of those in the past and man, each time I felt like Bond, all night long.
still looking good, Dimi champ' !! :)>-
lol! Thank you DD :D
I also once booked a table at a restaurant under the name of Bond just so I could walk in there on arrival and say "Good evening, the name's Bond, I believe you have a reservation for me". Yes incredibly childish, but I've had enough of growing up!
One night I walked into a tiny restaurant to have dinner by myself, sat down, and placed an order. In the corner of my eye, I noticed two girls sitting in the corner to my left whispering to each other.
When the food arrived, I heard one of them blurt out the name of the dish, assuming that I couldn't understand what she was saying. I then looked over at them, smiling, and asked them if they wanted any. One of the girls slapped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment and the other started laughing at her. =))
It was a great moment that had me chuckling all the way back to my dorm ;))
Best of all though was just last Friday. You see, our Academy has several abandoned buildings- and even a hospital (super creepy) and we use them to practice 'room clearing' and searches. We even use Airsoft guns so we can shoot each other-- it has been without a doubt the most fun I've had so far. Anyway, we were doing this excercise where we were split into 'good guys and bad guys', and the bad guys hid somewhere in the building and the good guys had to find them and shoot them.
Well, when I got to be the bad guy I hid behind a door waited- when the other guy came in I totally pulled one of these:
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More on a daily basis, I felt like Bond when I'm driving my car and I light a cigarette (Lazenby style), or when I go to my "missions" to give a lecture to another university. But the must common thing is to feel a little like Fleming's Bond, having breakfast by myself, and having a mixture of tedium and anxiety for adventure.
We were going around 120, screeching tires and bumping out of our seats the whole way.
I looked over at my ride-along, whose eyes were open wide and his hands gripping the seat under him, and said 'Love a drive in the country, don't you?'
In the end the officer was OK, if you were wondering. They ended up with like 20 cops there, lol
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful work. I don't think any of us are ever going to be able to top that, unless we have sex with a Bond girl or do battle with Jaws in the middle of the sky.
Well if I ever go into a restaurant and start choking on my food, you better be conveniently placed at the booth behind me.
I would be the first to perform the heimlich maneuver lol
I already married Eva Green, so I think I have that beat. She just doesn't know it yet.
I almost married her, unfortunately did not work out. There is semblance in truth to that bizarrely. Not the the actress obviously :)
Only thing remotely 'Bond' I can think of ever having done is steadily manipulating the steering wheel to safely guide our car onto the hard shoulder from the fast lane after our tyre blew out on the motorway whilst doing 130kph.
My then girlfriend, who was sitting next to me, said she was so impressed by how calm & unfazed I seemed (below the surface I wasn't, I can assure you) as I steered us to safety whilst she totally lost it, that she knew then and there she'd end up marrying me.
And she did, the poor lass ;)
*any animal lovers use caution before reading, as this story involves me putting down an injured deer while on patrol*
Ok- so I was on duty tonight for the good ol' 2-12 shift, and around 10ish I was sent to a backwoods road in the middle of nowhere for reports of a vehicle collision involving a deer. I arrived and saw that the deer was still alive but badly injured. Now, part of my job includes putting injured animals out of their misery when necessary, and this was one of those times. (I'm no hunter, and have never killed anything before)
I shot it in the head and it looked like that was that. I announced on the radio that I used one agency issued round on the deer and the man repeated: 'you advised you used one round?' This is so they can have replacements ready for me when I go back to the barrack.
Well here's the good part: before I could confirm, the deer perked back up and I had to shoot it again.
I responded on the radio: 'Better make that two.'
Or there's the time I almost fell out of a Cessna when my door flew open. (OK - that's Bond on a bad day)
And I got pretty smashed on free Vespas at the Bond exhibition opening - which I think is exactly what Bond would do if he was there.
Because I was the only one who could actually fit into the cramped hole, or the only one near youthful enough on top of it, I found myself volunteering to clear out endless stacks of boxes lining the whole house from the start of the crawl space to the very end of the home's foundation, which made up the shell of the roof. It was an extremely low ceiling so I found myself bunching up to crawl, and only had a few lined up 2X4s to balance on to get at all the boxes and push them behind me, while everything else was weakly padded ceiling I may've fallen through if I turned wrong. It was a hot day today, so I had the sweat running off me as I snaked all down the crawl space, and very much felt like Bond in Dr. No (either the novel or film), though thankfully I didn't have to content with a rush of water nor a bunch of spiders to smush with my shoe as I went along clearing out the old boxes.
I confess that despite sucking in a lot of dirt three times older than myself and sweating pools in the space as I tried not to fall off the boards it was fun, as there was at least a noticeable contingent of danger attached to it that I enjoyed. Like Bond I guess I could be classed as a junkie for that sort of thing, in all efforts to avoid a soft life.
Actually I was thinking I'm a little bit more like the Milk Tray Man. Risking life and limb to deliver Milk Tray to the bedroom of a fair maiden and then leaving as quietly as I came in. Only I didn't have any chocolates, or a lady to deliver them to. And I didn't come in or leave quietly. So more like your average home-invading pervert. I do have a black turtleneck though.
You need to keep a spare key in the flower pot methinks. ;)
Indeed.