Quantum of Prof Scrub
Dear Bond, James Bond,
You may have the looks. You may have the car. You may have the gadgets. You may have the girls. You may have the excitement. You may have the passion. But let me tell you Bond, it doesnt last forever.
Back in the 1940's, I too had it all. I had secret missions - defusing bombs, rescuing hostages, assassinations, kidnapping goats, spying on naked girls, etc. I had false identities - Boris the Three wheeled cab driver, Maurice the sheep herder, Bruce the rastafarian, Tik Tak the chinese assassin. I had the girls, the scores of russian and chinese hookers and multiple unprotected orgies.
But alas James, such things eventually come to an end. I am warning you now, you may think it lasts forever - it doesnt. You will soon grow old and all you will look forward to is spending the entire evening looking for your favourite slippers. Now where did I put them again?
The names Scrub, Prof Scrub.
You may have the looks. You may have the car. You may have the gadgets. You may have the girls. You may have the excitement. You may have the passion. But let me tell you Bond, it doesnt last forever.
Back in the 1940's, I too had it all. I had secret missions - defusing bombs, rescuing hostages, assassinations, kidnapping goats, spying on naked girls, etc. I had false identities - Boris the Three wheeled cab driver, Maurice the sheep herder, Bruce the rastafarian, Tik Tak the chinese assassin. I had the girls, the scores of russian and chinese hookers and multiple unprotected orgies.
But alas James, such things eventually come to an end. I am warning you now, you may think it lasts forever - it doesnt. You will soon grow old and all you will look forward to is spending the entire evening looking for your favourite slippers. Now where did I put them again?
The names Scrub, Prof Scrub.
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