'I've got just the place to take you, this is my turf now.'
I never questioned Max's judgment.
We had been through quite a lot and there were whispers in Langley that I might be officially on their pay list soon.
Who would have thought?
Only in America.
I figured if Hugh Jackman and Russel Crowe, and even Julian Assange, to a certain extent, could make it, then why not fucking Frank Russel?
'You are over-rationalizing,' said Max, who welcomed me to a place called Skirt Kilt.
'They even sell pussy burgers,' said Max. He was reading my thoughts again.
'And for deserts, do they dish up Tit Delight?'
That and so much more mumbled my CIA sidekick who I could tell was keen as beaver to show me around his haunts.
'Even politicians love relaxing in Titty Heaven to get them focused.'
I was assuming it was the name of a strip joint and asked Max if we could visit it after we had a muff burger or two here.
'Is the pope catholic,' he mumbled again as Cindy, it was on her name tag, escorted us to a booth.
I never questioned Max's judgment.
We had been through quite a lot and there were whispers in Langley that I might be officially on their pay list soon.
Who would have thought?
Only in America.
I figured if Hugh Jackman and Russel Crowe, and even Julian Assange, to a certain extent, could make it, then why not fucking Frank Russel?
'You are over-rationalizing,' said Max, who welcomed me to a place called Skirt Kilt.
'They even sell pussy burgers,' said Max. He was reading my thoughts again.
'And for deserts, do they dish up Tit Delight?'
That and so much more mumbled my CIA sidekick who I could tell was keen as beaver to show me around his haunts.
'Even politicians love relaxing in Titty Heaven to get them focused.'
I was assuming it was the name of a strip joint and asked Max if we could visit it after we had a muff burger or two here.
'Is the pope catholic,' he mumbled again as Cindy, it was on her name tag, escorted us to a booth.
