mmm...well, well...i've just gotten an address via icq. and here we are: . this belongs to my friend, justin. erm. he's always got something to say. what kind of person is he? he'd probably push you over the ledge of the highest mountain ever and laugh about it. while you're still falling. no, he's a good guy, really...he drives the funkiest car and he's got the coolest stuff. did i mention that he drives a funkiest car? anyway, check out his blog...i guess. ooo. free plug! free plug! i'm such a nice guy, dammit.

james bond. debonaire. suave. dashing. the right man for a job...any job. it's a pity we don't see him mopping, or cooking. i mean...what does james bond do when he isn't out and about, galivanting and saving our world? what does he do when there're no anarchists or megalomaniacs to destoy? wait...in simpler terms...when there're no women to liberate, and no madmen to kill, what does james bond DO? does he do gardening? does he stay at home, exercise on the threadmill and watch bold and the beautiful reruns? mmm. the life of a secret agent is always shrouded in mystery...nevertheless, james bond will always live in our hearts.

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