James Bond walks into a bar and looks around, then sits at the bar next to a stunningly beautiful woman. While he’s nursing his martini, he checks his wristwatch several times. The woman notices and asks, ‘Is your date running late?’
‘No, nothing like that,’ Bond answers. ‘Q just issued me this watch. It’s very special and I’m testing it.’
‘Really?’ says the woman. ‘What’s so special about it?’
‘Well,’ 007 suaves, ‘it communicates with me telepathically.’
‘That’s amazing! What’s it telling you right now?’
Bond looks at the watch and says, ‘I hope this doesn’t embarrass you, but right now it’s telling me you’re not wearing panties.’
‘I hate to tell you this,’ she giggles, ‘but your watch must be broken - I assure you I am wearing panties.’
Bond taps the face of the watch, holds it so his ear and mutters, ‘Bloody thing’s running an hour fast.’
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‘No, nothing like that,’ Bond answers. ‘Q just issued me this watch. It’s very special and I’m testing it.’
‘Really?’ says the woman. ‘What’s so special about it?’
‘Well,’ 007 suaves, ‘it communicates with me telepathically.’
‘That’s amazing! What’s it telling you right now?’
Bond looks at the watch and says, ‘I hope this doesn’t embarrass you, but right now it’s telling me you’re not wearing panties.’
‘I hate to tell you this,’ she giggles, ‘but your watch must be broken - I assure you I am wearing panties.’
Bond taps the face of the watch, holds it so his ear and mutters, ‘Bloody thing’s running an hour fast.’
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‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson