Is there a better time to start posting again than after a party? I think not.
I recently turned 31 years old and my beautiful wife threw a James Bond themed party in honor of me. This was my type of party...there were many attractive people drinking martinis, dressed in their finest and playing with weapons.
Surprisingly, no one got hurt. Normally there are accidents and bleeding when there is a gathering of this magnitude of the too much fun club. However, in spite (or perhaps because of) the large quantities of gin imbibed, violence was kept too a minimum. There was a scary moment when all of the villains decided to gang up on James Bond, but the bad guys were not trained by her Majesties special forces. And so once again James Bond prevailed over the forces of goodness and got the girl(s).
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