Oddly, I didn’t know we had an IMAO headquarters in Egypt. Oh, well. Live and learn.
Demolished it, of course, to make room for a bar.
Upper Left: Was that an intern sitting next to her Pharoah?
Nice boots!
Upper right: a guy bringing cotton underwear?
Three guys singing “Louie Louie.”
🎶🎶🎵
There are over 5 thousand “secret” IMAO HQs scattered around the globe. Most are currently inactive and mothblled waiting for the activation signal which is nuking the Moon.
^ Sleeper bars?
Nuke the Moon and everyone falls down drunk.
IMAO is letters. According to popular lore, there were secret stations for “Men of Letters” set up all over the world. Natch, I’m only surprised the one in Egypt is in such shambles.
Hey, where did that Pharaoh get those nifty crocodile cowboy boots?
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