Field Report #2

Hey there fellow spys! How goes it, I hope you all are ready for Field Report #2, which is as follows:

Today GOTLOM came in, finally, after many days of absence, unexplained. The absence was promptly explained, however, when #3 asked why she had been not in our presence, and she sadly informed us that her operative of six months, codenamed K.I.T.T.Y., had died of a parasite, though not the extremely common toxoplasmosis. This is, of course, extremely sad. Our thoughts and covert messages go out to her and her family, and if it weren't for these spy-cool blackout sunglasses, the tears that are filling our eyes would make our sadness more than evident- that is, salty.

Seriously though, Emily, sorry about your cat. Sometimes these things happen, and it sucks.

On to other Field Report News:

#2 is leaving Thursday so sad, but now I have the perfect opportunity to steal her chair haha! I shall be the winner, and her chair shall comfort my ample bottom and support my happily fed girth. I look forward to looking back at the stealing of her chair; twill be a simple operation, simple enough that I can divulge the plan here, on the internet, to my vast number of readers, without fear that there will be any danger of its discovery. First, I shall
STEAL THE CHAIR

then

REPLACE IT WITH MINE OWN CHAIR

thus,

OPERATIONAL SUCCESS

Now, on to the controversial subject of gifts for your boyfriend.

Lets -actually, let me preface this by saying I don't believe in atheism. Think about that, my friends.

Now, on to good gifts for boyfriends.

The Rubaiyat, by Omar Khayyam- Thats right guys, brought out the big guns first. If your man is a hetero-, homo-, trans-, metro-(though they are, I believe, only surviving in protected game reserves like New York City; seriously NYC, catch up to the rest of the country! We couldn't care less about manicures!), he will love a good copy

Preacher, the Complete Comic Book series- Trust me on this one, GOTLOM. Trust me.

Till tomorrow.