Ohhhhhh, Bigg Bosss Mann, you have no idea what you were saying when you typed . . .
"e-mail me a ship-to address" . . . .
You see, wellllll, let's put it this way. You know how a man's home is his castle? Well, up until now, in our dear friend Castle Crest's case, that was indeed true, but if the tide gets any higher over there, you may be shipping to . . .
a SHIP!!!!
mg:
In other words, a man's home is his castle, . . .
is his ship???
Well, in this case it may be, . . .
but we certainly hope not.
But if the castle does turn into a ship, then hopefully he'll set sail for the landing by New Hamburg train station up here in Dutchess County. Then I won't have to go so far for my Homeboy Roasted Kawfee.
HEYYYYYYY, WAIT A SECOND, I'M LOSING MY HOME!!! I WON'T BE HERE!!!!
HEY WAIT, WAIT UP, DON'T LET THAT SHIP SAIL!!! CAN I MOVE IN??? I'LL SWAB THE DECK TWICE A DAY!!! I CAN PRESS GARLIC TOO!!!! WAIT UP, WAIT UP, I'LL POLISH THE NEW HUMIDOR!!! AND THE OLD HUMIDORS!!! AND THE FURNITURE!!!
mg: :duh:
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Oh, and congratulations to Castle Crest on the humidor. It'll look great next to the wheel on the bridge as the captain takes the helm.