Feeling like James bond

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My old VW was running like an Aston Martin tonight. The three Martinis had me shaken but not stirred. I’m feeling like James bond 007. I think I might kill a whopper at the drive through. Where are all the bond girls tonight? If a laser beam is headed for my groin area will I escape before disaster. Odd Job could hit me in the face any minute with his deadly hat. That women looks like she could use my goldfinger . I think I’m going to hit the ejector switch, and shoot out of my sun roof at high speed. I’ll come back to Earth tomorrow.

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