The Adventures of Justine

The Adventures of Justine is a series of seven erotic feature films and made-for-TV movies featuring Daneen Boone as the heroine Justine Wilkenson.

Plot

Justine is a precocious teenage student who dreams about the be-spectacled but handsome Professor Robson, a faculty member at the Topacre Academy for gifted young girls. Justine, along with several of the other girls, is infatuated with the Professor.

Justine and the Professor are involved in each episode with archeological and erotic adventures à la Indiana Jones, with bad guys trying to steal an ancient artifact but obviously being more interested in engaging in lots of sex acts and kidnapping Justine. Justine always manages one way or another to remain a virgin. Most episodes conclude with the suggestion that the adventure has simply been Justine's dream, daydream or fantasy.

The theme song Justine was written by Michael Sutton and Wendy Young. The film A Private Affair was written by Brian Clemens.

Cast

  • Daneen Boone ... Justine Wilkenson
  • Podcasts:

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    Deadly

    by: Dan-e-o

    [Chorus]
    Deadly!
    Whenever he flowin', body counts are growin'
    Please stay away cuz you know the nigga's deadly!
    Got your body burnin', there's nowhere to turn when
    He's on the mic, cuz you know the nigga's deadly!
    Have you ever heard of, major mass murder?
    That's what he does, lyrically the nigga's deadly!
    Cuz he has no equal, run go tell your people
    Protect yourself!
    Raps we load in tracks, pack kilos of wax
    Whack weak bros with that, gats reload with phat
    Flows tighter than your Speedos, harder than some steel toes
    And nastier than dudes using dildos
    Everyday my skill grows to give ya heart attacks
    Even party raps corner cats in my slaughter shack
    Flow nicer than whatever your local bar may got on tap
    More times than “more times” is mentioned in Kardi's track
    Now the cards are stacked, if you wanna fuss, it's on!
    Me not rhyming's like eliminating lust from porn
    I bust with scorn to crush your whole's junction's form
    You're more pussy than Cheech Marin in “From Dusk Till Dawn”
    If you're a black pussy, white pussy, Indian pussy
    I swear on mics a nagging sumo wrestler couldn't push me
    I'm colder than the rudest skeef you know who is stush be
    Rip off your tushie and pass it to you like it's a dutchie
    Nobody can touch me, international or local
    You're a yokel, I'd win a battle with my back up vocals
    Snap you in a chokehold, slap you like I'm Stone Cold
    Your spot is an impatient telemarketer, it won't hold!
    Yo, the only shot you got is with a Smith & Wesson
    If I never rid your presence then consider this a blessing
    With more bangers than the world's most dangerous intersection
    I got my album sounding like a greatest hits collection
    Yo I'm deadly!
    [Chorus]
    I disconnect you guys' disrespect
    With wise intellect, devise crisp cassettes
    So why's sisters wet if my music ain't fascinating?
    Yo, you're going nowhere like you had the wackest travel agent
    With no exaggeration, I'm somewhat an oracle
    Historical facts are indicating your future's horrible
    Solidified my spot while your rap career is portable
    See I've been paying dues that you could never find affordable
    You see because what Dan does is simply scandalous
    Iller than what drivers of a Los Angeles ambulance is handed with
    When gangstas is making advances for more social damages
    Wonder like bread for sandwiches why you can't rap with bandages?
    It's because I've brandished this: the awesomest sound
    So phat, that any minute I'll be bawlin' from gout
    This here's the illest verse to ever fall from a mouth
    Umpires attracted to me won't dare calling me out
    I'm warning you now, I have no problem beatin' you herbs
    You deserve to be embarrassed just for speaking your slurs
    You geeks and you nerds think dissing me cuts deep and hurts?
    I hope you like the taste of shit, cuz you'll be eating your words!
    Bwoy, I don't business, a deviant be shown no leniency
    If he nuh see, I'm hip-hop's Braille, the world's feeling me!
    Believe me please, when it comes to killers, here's my motto:
    Consider the mighty Mono the Sopranos of Toronto!
    I'm deadly!




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