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the honeymoon
Amy and I went to the Bahamas for our honeymoon. We took a cruise to Freeport and Nassau. Being in the Bahamas was a blast; the cruise part almost made us blow chunks. Stabilizers that make it feel like you're on land, my ass!
This is the evil, evil ship that liked to rock back and forth, back and forth.
And in this square foot of space, we have a fully stocked kitchen, which can only be reached if you have one foot on the bed and one on the toilet, which also doubles as a sink and shower!
Call her Amy Cousteau, probing the depths of the ocean, as long as none of those icky fish get too close to her!
Amy and I waited outside this door for hours, but saw no sign of the Danger Crew.
The Bahamas office of Amy's firm was closed for the day because the sun was out and the waves were high. It's only open about three days a year.
I spent fifteen minutes trying to get directions from this policeman, but I guess he didn't speak English very well.
