When ever I'm in the vicinity of Seaway Drive and I just feel like taking a little time out, say, for like a night or two, I like to kick back at the Seaway with a really big bottle of something nasty. You know the size bottle I'm talking about? There about the size of an old file cabinet. You practically have to tip em over onto a pallet and haul it away with a fork lift. That size.
(I'm just jokin, Honey. I've never had to use a forklift).
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