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Quiz: Which Bond Girl Are You?

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Yus. Quiz time. It's been a while. Like always, don't feel like taking any quiz? Gotcha, just leave it... You don't have to tell me it's stupid or not this or that. Play along or...



Well, all the rest of you. Take part by following the link, and share your results and the following description in the comments below. Have fun!

Link: Which Bond Girl Are You?


Me: Vesper Lynd (Casino Royale)

You are as intelligent as you are beautiful. Your clever wit and charm could melt the heart of the most frigid secret agent. But you’re a practical person who wants to always do the right thing, even if it means you put yourself on the line.




How about you..?

Posted - November 16, 2016

Responses



  • It's uncanny.
      November 16, 2016 12:14 AM MST
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  • 17261
    You're a Jinx, huh? Roar... ;-)
      November 16, 2016 12:23 AM MST
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  • Welcome back, quizzes! 
    I've not come out of any of them looking anything other than weird, but so what!
      November 16, 2016 12:18 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Wut? I like your result. And what it says isn't that unlikely, no?
      November 16, 2016 12:24 AM MST
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  • The athletic and goals bit aside, the rest of it is highly probable, yes ) This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at November 16, 2016 12:39 AM MST
      November 16, 2016 12:26 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Aha. I will stick to my first comment/thought... Roar...
      November 16, 2016 12:40 AM MST
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  • Roar
      November 16, 2016 1:02 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Sexy. Ahem. Purr.
      November 16, 2016 1:06 AM MST
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  • 50
    Same here!
      November 16, 2016 1:38 PM MST
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  • 2515
    Vesper Lynd, as well. 
      November 16, 2016 12:22 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Yay! We are more than one Vesper. How do you think the description fits you? I'd like think of you like that. :-)
      November 16, 2016 12:25 AM MST
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  • 326
    Mayday
      November 16, 2016 12:27 AM MST
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  • 326
    Mayday in A View to a Kill
      November 16, 2016 12:30 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Woah. I wonder what the description said. She is a dangerous acquaintance to make.
      November 16, 2016 12:41 AM MST
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  • 50


    Bambi : in The Girl Who Came Gift Wrapped.

    "James, this car is fucked to the shit!"

    "James, this car is fucked to the shit!"

    "James, this car is fucked to the shit!"

    Bambi had stalled my Aston Martin in a deep gutter, while attempting her first three-point turn driving a manual vehicle.

    Because she had lied on the application form.

    Sent by Q.

    Which asked if she was able to handle a 650 bhp V12.

    Full of guns and explosives.

    And drive it through the Peruvian jungle.

    As part of her secondment.

    To a hospital in Lima.

    "James, this car is fucked to the shit!"

    "James, this car is fucked to the shit!"

    It was becoming Bambi’s mantra.

    Miss MoneyPenny was sitting in the passenger seat, reading erotic literature.

    And listening to erotic sound.

    I was playing driving instructor.

    As well as League of Nations.

    "Darling, if you do that and say that in your test, they will fail you straight away!"

    "No they won't James".

    "In fact I'll be amazed if a lose a single point".

    "But how?"

    "What manner of sorcery, hast thou planned?"

    "No sorcery, James".

    "And I won't lie to you".

    "Because I don't have to".

    "MoneyPenny is taking care of it".

    "And she'll do it her way".

    "Right now she's getting into character".

    "And her assignment starts an hour from now".

    MoneyPenny certainly was getting into character.

    She had dressed up in a gingham school tunic, which barely covered her pubis.

    There were black circles around her eyes and she smelt funny.

    Right now her fingers were wafered between Bambi's golden thighs, as if trying to roll to death some small piece of venereal snot.

    There was a thin sheen of moisture covering my gentle Bond Girl’s neck and shoulders.

    She hurriedly tugged her blouse out of her skirt and opened the top three buttons.

    Miss Money Penny took this as positive permission to jack both breasts out of their brassiere cups.

    Bambi continued with her mantra; "James, this car is fucked to the shit, and I am about to come".

    "James, I hate the internal combustion engine".

    "Because it's like a woman".

    Bambi's neck muscles were corded.

    Even from the backseat, I could feel her body jerking and shuddering.

    A coach load of Korean tourists drove past, their cameras flashing and clicking.

    MoneyPenny was practically raping her now.

    My little Aston Martin had an 8 litre DOHC engine.

    A five speed, wide ratio gearbox.

    And almost 400,000 kilometres on the clock.

    With a compression ratio of ten to one.

    Clock radio, wipers, climate control.

    Built to carry powerful Japanese businessmen between cities.

    Or even insane, bisexual government assassins.

    And their lesbian personal secretaries.

    From one bedroom exploit.

    To another.


      November 16, 2016 12:36 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Oh my. I loved that entry. Even though you didn't make the quiz. Such a tour into the secrets of Mr. Bond's world, and that of Bambi and MoneyPenny. Where do I find her? Uhm. 
      November 16, 2016 12:45 AM MST
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  • 50
    Oh, but l DID do the quiz!
    It's on Facebook.
    Bambi is a doctors wife.
    When l met her...she INSISTED on having her clothes ripped off!

    Now she is in too much of a "hurry".

    And INSISTS on a woman performing this most "menial" of roles...x
      November 16, 2016 1:03 AM MST
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  • 17261
    I love her more and more. ;-)
      November 16, 2016 1:04 AM MST
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  • 50
    Bambi was carrying again, and she didn't really want to go out in our canoe. Its slow rolling pitch nauseated her beyond belief, as she sat in the bow, slim as a boy, with no swelling of pregnancy yet, wondering idly if she would keep our baby this time.
    "Anthony".
    "Cattle grazing is the biggest single driver of deforestation".
    "And in this country, more than sixty percent of cleared land ends up as pasture, most of which has low productivity, supporting less than one head per hectare".
    She was right.
    Across much of the Amazon, the primary objective for cattle ranching was to establish land claims, rather than produce beef or leather. But market-oriented cattle production would nonetheless, expand rapidly in the next decade. We had come to this lost corner of the jungle looking for clues to the disappearance of Bambi's father, a sixty-seven-year-old botanist and feature film director, who had travelled half way across the Andes in his search for possible locations, in which to shoot a new adventure.
    Bambi and l doted on him, and hoped his journey would somehow resurrect a career that had been in the horse latitudes for five years or more. Our canoe was loaded with sound recording equipment and a 35mm cine camera, as well as several reels of expensive celluloid, at least one of which would hopefully see its first light, in the brief moments before James Robert Falcon walked into frame.
    "Daddy always wanted to make 'Heart of Darkness' as a passion play".
    "That was his vision, and why he always struggled with funding".
    "And in the end, it almost destroyed him".
    That was true.
    Bambi's father had released his reinterpretation of Pygmalion as a western ten years earlier, and the film had been universally panned.
    The critics had howled at a syphilitic prostitute Eliza Doolittle, schooled in assassination by alcoholic Henry Higgins, who was little more than an elderly pederast, with military pretensions. His next project, 'Hollywood Gynaecologist', was a shameless exploitation flick, which featured the bedroom exploits of a Jim Morrison 'lookalike' who spent his days travelling from obstetrics ward to private consultation on a high powered Norton motorcycle.
    The antihero of this movie was one l could identify with; a passionate flawed medico, whose brilliant vision of the coming apocalypse had saved him from becoming nothing more than a pushy careerist with a PhD, and l had left the cinema smugly confident in my own kingdom of cervical mucus and dust.
    James Robert Falcon's career effectively ended six months later and he was reduced to directing TV soaps, and commercials for feminine hygiene products, coconut shampoo and spermicidal jelly. The working title of his new project was 'In Transit' and he really was in transit, dammit.
    And nowhere to be found.
    Our canoe suddenly lurched and Bambi fell backwards, striking her head on the gunwale. She rolled onto her side and let out a string of loud belches, then silently vomited our morning breakfast, a mixture of sour milk and maize porridge.
    There were discrete clots of blood, some the size of pencil erasers, floating in the clear, yellow streaked fluid, and I thought of the ruby engagement ring, waiting for her back home. A sharp, though not unpleasant smell rose from the bilges, an amalgam of ethyl alcohol and gastric juices. I picked up one of the tacky fragments, then experimentally lifted it to my lips.
    Bambi opened her eyes and smiled, as l tasted her spent haemoglobin, then vomited up a fresh pile of sloughed epithelium and bile duct secretions.
    As exciting as the membrane of her vagina.
    As refined as the rectal mucus of a Fairy Queen.
      November 16, 2016 1:29 AM MST
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  • You got: Tiffany Case (Diamonds Are Forever)

    With a penchant for luxury, you have an attraction to sparkly things, particularly diamonds. Luckily, you’re beautiful and intelligent, so you figure out ways to get what you want. You’re a fun personality who likes taking risks and even wearing disguises.

      November 16, 2016 12:39 AM MST
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  • 17261
    Haha. I just noticed get what you want. Fits so well to one of your prior status updates here. Tiffany is so much you, and suits you! :-)
      November 16, 2016 12:47 AM MST
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  • Haha...Good catch.
      November 16, 2016 12:48 AM MST
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  • 17261
    They say I'm an ignorant blonde. ;-)

      November 16, 2016 1:01 AM MST
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  • Who?  Them over there? They always talk jive.
      November 16, 2016 1:28 AM MST
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