I put on a new t-shirt today and found the attached sticker. It seems that since the end of the cold war, the spy business isn't what it used to be and James Bond has had to find other work to make ends meet. But for me that meant that I spent the day feeling suaver than ever. So much so, in fact, that I couldn't even be deterred by made up words like suaver. I had expected to make out with a couple hot women from an Eastern bloc country on my lunch break, but no such luck. That must be happening later in the day. If not, then I will have to employ my license to kill. I'm thinking about using the watch with the high powered laser in it when it arrives. Good times.