Old weird James.
My word is my bond, James Bond and I have a license to kill, except I have to renew it Monday next. Blast I hate that test, why that lisping dr. has to check my prostate is beyond me. And the way he says, “everything ith thuper!” really creeps me out. At least my faithful Aston Martin never lets me down. They do that with a fork lift, some sort of joke about me putting on weight in my twilight years. Last year I put in for a transportation upgrade. I put my choice of vehicles as Rolls. Jokers... Sign in to see full entry.