As you read this, I’ll be out arguing with an inanimate object, namely my fishing rod. I’ve decided to take this July 4th to go to the mountains, steal my Dad’s portable fishing rod, buy some icky bait and go fishing.
I have me mah license and everythin’. It’s terribly exciting.
“I have a license to fish! Dude! …But that’s not terribly ‘Bond’ is it?”
“Well…it sorta is a license to kill.”
“Oh, huh…Yeah! Heck yeah!”