Saturday, November 04, 2006

Someday, when The Ford has crossed over into the realm of international espionage, he will schedule all his secret rondevouzes (rondevouzi? roundevouzees?) at crowded bars, popular with the younger, upwardly mobile set. That is to say, the folks who spend all day making money, and all night spending it while getting drunk and dancing. (It's simliar to The Ford's M.O., but with less of the working, and more of the spending, drinking, and dancing. Scary as that is.)

In said bar, The Ford will be able to conduct all sorts of business virtually unnoticed by the natural clientele, and unrecorded by most modern surveilance methods.

And then, when some shit blows up in a foreign country (whose name certainly wouldn't rhyme with Stanada), The Ford will retreat to another bar -- one quiet, yet filled with music from a good jukebox; deserted, yet filled with hot women looking to live on the wild side; small, but easy to move around in.

Eh, screw it. The Ford may just skip all that espionage shit and just hang out at that second bar.

Oh, wait, he does.

2 Comments:

At 1:51 AM, November 06, 2006, Anonymous The Barkeep said...

Sayeth what?

 
At 2:58 AM, November 06, 2006, Blogger The Ford said...

Precisely.

When The Ford is an international superspy, well, he'll have to be pretty good at using indecipherable catchphrases and passcodes.

The panda loves its eucalyptus leaves.

That's all I can say.

 

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