And here they are. Pool Party is back from the death that 17-year locusts (cicadas) only know: They're back at a time when they are needed. Dick Dumb, Creep Guirdo and Hand Gloveless (all Christian names I'm told) bring the raucous CIA spy thriller to an arena of Tea Parties, Obama-birth-questioners and Afghan/Iraqi involvements with spitz and keyboard glories.
Secret agents sometimes happen to be grad students with death ray guns on "corrections." Or something like that. I don't make this up. I only report and collect lowly checks. Wear nail polish in college and shut the fuck up.
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