“Can I tell you what’s messed up about James Bond? Shaken not stirred will get you cold water with a dash of gin and dry vermouth, the reason you stir it with a special spoon is so not to chip the ice. James is ordering a weak martini and being snooty about it.” – Martin Sheen, “The West Wing”
Congratulations, by way of extending the metaphor, you have created what is some of the most disturbing mental imagery I’ve been exposed to in some time.
I thank you for a new experience, a hearty laugh, and the opportunity to further build my weirdness tolerances.
The eyebrows in panel 3 are a nice touch. And yes, crumpet stomping made me unconsciously slam my knees together, cringing. Also…what Wingspin said about your friends calling you “what’s-his-name”. We all probably think our friends think more highly of us than they do, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like us. We probably don’t think as highly of them as they think we do, either.
Or maybe I’m just a jerk…
“Can I tell you what’s messed up about James Bond? Shaken not stirred will get you cold water with a dash of gin and dry vermouth, the reason you stir it with a special spoon is so not to chip the ice. James is ordering a weak martini and being snooty about it.” – Martin Sheen, “The West Wing”
Actually, that is a myth all unto its own. There’s a very good reason for the “shaken not stirred” meme. One site that describes it well is here:
http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/1859/why-did-james-bond-want-his-martinis-shaken-not-stirred
That was a good read. Thanks for posting it.
Or, you can mix the gin&vermouth before adding ice.
The trouble with stomping on crumpets is that the butter squirts all over the carpet, and it’s hell to get it out…
Congratulations, by way of extending the metaphor, you have created what is some of the most disturbing mental imagery I’ve been exposed to in some time.
I thank you for a new experience, a hearty laugh, and the opportunity to further build my weirdness tolerances.
Last pannel nearly had me spit my tea.
Ha-ha! Awesome!
Mercifully I wasn’t drinking tea but I’d have spit it if I had been. Thank you for a good laugh on a bad day.
A friend of a friend once approached a woman in a bar and said, “Bond… James Bond.” She glanced at him and said, “Lost… Get lost.”
“The names Band, Rock Band.”
First read – laughed while cringing at the thought of my crumpets being stomped.
Second read – found it extremely amusing that your friends call you “what-his-name”
I hope he doesn’t have to eat a soggy bisquit.
Perfect title!
The eyebrows in panel 3 are a nice touch. And yes, crumpet stomping made me unconsciously slam my knees together, cringing. Also…what Wingspin said about your friends calling you “what’s-his-name”. We all probably think our friends think more highly of us than they do, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like us. We probably don’t think as highly of them as they think we do, either.
Or maybe I’m just a jerk…
all of us are jerks
You Americans and your Heineken