International Spy Shop

Elite '08

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David D.

San Francisco, CA

This is an entertaining gallery.  

Between the remote controlled FM transmitter web cams and the chocolate cigarettes so kids can be "just like dad," it is amusing.  Then there are the air pistols, Tasers, and model toys.  Comic books and T-shirts round out the inventory.  I spent about a half hour in here being 12 years old again.  

This isn't really professional quality spy stuff, and I can't imagine who would buy it at retail prices (often upwards of $100).  The store buyer must have a lot of fun coming up with new inventory, though.

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Elite '08

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Nish N.

San Francisco, CA

Mission Impossible? Thanks to the ISS, I'd like to amend that to Nission Possible.

When I've doing some surveillance work on Yelp Elite members that are of questionable useful, funny and coolness, I tend to rely on the the ISS for most of my wiretapping, GPS tracking, and poison neutralizer needs.

While I haven't run into any spies there (well, I guess how would I know, they were probably in disguise), I have a hunch that those in the espionage industry -- let alone CSI groupies -- frequent this establishment. If anything, they have a pretty nifty surprise shock lighter, useful when trying to convince associates to give up smoking. Those cigarettes will kill ya!

If you're reading this, remember, you didn't see me.

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Elite '08

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Janney B.

San Francisco, CA

I haven't always been this cool.  

You just gasped, right?  

Picture this:  Halloween. 7th Grade.  Annual Costume Contest.  

I had been robbed of the prize the year before, because, evidently, dressing as conjoined twins isn't politically correct.  Good to know.  So THIS was my year to redeem myself.

3 cardboard boxes, an exacto knife, spray paint, and 20 latex balloons later, I had the perfect costume:  A Strawberry Milkshake.

How can you beat that?  The contraption was so huge that I had to carve a round hole in the front of the box to stick my one-eyebrowed face out of and holes in the sides for my fugly arms to poke through.  Balloons were attached to the top (bubbles), and my costume was even adorned with a wrapping paper roll (straw).

Talk about cool, right?  

I won the contest, and received a $10 gift certificate to the local feed store as my reward.  Honestly, it didn't matter what prize I had won, I had beat out all of the losers.  

Yes!  Victory was mine - and it tasted just as sweet as I had imagined!

My victory was short-lived, however, when a group of meth-addicted, drugbaby 8th graders, chased me down the hallway with dangerously sharp no.2 pencils, and popped all of my balloons.  

My once glorious costume was now a giant box with saggy pink balloons hanging from the edges. They had popped my bubbles.

I felt defeated - not to mention deflated.  

Not even my gift cert to the feed store could cheer me up.

The International Spy Shop would have prepared me for battle.  I could have thrown itchy powder in the bullies' faces, shocked them with tasers, and then pepper-sprayed them in their beady eyes.

At least now, thanks to this store, I go to my costume parties prepared.

Approach me at your own risk.

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liz c.

San Francisco, CA

So.. do you have a annoying neighbor? Do you think that your girlfriend cheated on you? Do you want to pull a gag on someone? Do you want a fake gun that looks real? If any of this applies to you, first off you are a weirdo secondly, go to the spy shop!! They have all sorts of fun shyt, including this liquid that smells like poo... some invisible powder you put on things and when the person touches it, there hands turn bright pink and it itches, and when they try to wash it off it gets a deeper color!! GIRLS:: YOU CAN ALSO BUT PEPPER SPRAY HERE

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Skunky G.

Pacifica, CA

I am not a Border Patrol agent. I train accountants.

However, I have dated more Latin boys than the Border Patrol has deported, so I think it's only fair that I get to rock the t-shirt. I get them (and FBI and ATF and DEA t-shirts) from ISS @ the Wharf.

Useful bit:
This place actually stocks those weird manuals that you can imagine the Unibomber hoarded in stacks in his Evil Lair of Unibomberness. Like "How to Get Revenge without Getting Caught" and "British Commando Handbook".

I'm just in it for the cool FBI t-shirts, but I can imagine that paranoid types would have an absolute fucking field day in this joint. Surveillance cameras and GPS tracking devices and pepper spray OH MY.

Check out the cutesy hidden camera teddy bear: http://www.internation...

Or how about Tactical training classes taught by Bloodsport "legend" Frank W. Dux (quack!... ooops... don't tell him I said that, he might do some Jedi Vulcan damage on my jugular): http://www.internation...

Yeah.
On second thought, I'm taking back a few stars and ordering my t-shirts on the Internet as of now...

...unless they are watching...

...or listening...

With this: http://www.internation... I'm sure they could pick up my clickety-clacking on the keyboard from my office as we speak...

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