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That’s some real James Bond shit right there.
Typically in times like this I might say something like, “You owe me one minute and fifty eight seconds”. But that was so chock full of goodness that I believe I Sir owe you one minute and fifty eight seconds.
“You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.”
Sadly I don’t think dude gets that many calls. I want to call him right now though just so he can spring to action.