Tom Oatmeal is a substitute teacher living North America with his grandma, her boyfriend, and his flat faced dog, Eric.
Hey Ned,
I’ve got one I think. Sorry in advance if it’s terrible. The picture is attached, shamelessly stolen from google images as always. Thanks again for letting me have a shot at this.
Whenever I see model/Bond girl Olga Kurylenko, it makes me wish that like James Bond, I too were a regal, British spy who relied on charm and quick wits to elude danger. With this woman though, I’d have to offer more than the old bag of tricks. After all, a woman of her beauty demands better than just some cool guy who knows where to find the most dead birds or whose roommate once took a crap that wrapped entirely around the bowl. Simply being myself won’t do. Wait though! Like the famous spy, don’t I walk a similar tightrope in my encounters with creditors and city health inspectors? Am I a real life James Bond and more importantly, is it possible she might be interested in me and my fast-paced game of espionage? I think I’ll ask her! I’ve built up an immunity to mace - this should not be a problem.
