Monthly Archives: November 2008
Finally — An Actual Holiday Off.
LOVE Halloween! It’s the 1 day of the year “The Baboon” makes an appearance. He wears that mask year-round, due to a fellow agent’s clumsiness during a chemical weapons demo. Personally, I think the mask is hot.
Breach! Breach!
Where the gang used to have coffee everymorning. Until they started advertising the fact.
Cover Blown!
Christ, not again. Everytime I find a place I think won’t blow my cover, they go tell tell the world. Thanks alot, Bruno!
Any Excuse To Hit The Slopes.
Just before the famous “downhill snap-chord” hit in St. Moritz. That one was better than sex.
Our Best-Kept Secret Weapon.
This hit was a doozie: had to whip out the highy specialized (and surprisingly accurate) motion-detecting dachsunds.
It’s Better Than Being A Movie Star. No Papparazzi!
Undercover as a Bohemian Poet in North Beach, San Francisco, CA.
We Owe the Catholic Church A Huge Apology.
With my “family” at the funeral of a colleague we’d learned was a traitor. Boy, what a bloodbath that turned out to be.
Why I Stopped Getting Manicures
It isn’t all glamour. Cut my pinkie something fierce nailing a recent target to the wall. Literally.
The Next Generation
Due to high demand, I’ve opened the “Vulva Fervor Assassin School For Little Ladies.” Do not be fooled by their innocent faces. They’re dangerous.