Knocked Out!
What it Takes to survive in this State
Seattle plumbing was filming a commercial in the middle of Century Link Field, when I ran out holding the sign for free sausage breakfast McMuffins from McDonald’s and (acceptably) man. As I was gracing the sign of acceptance I found myself knocked out in the middle of century link field when remembering that The the Seahawks had finally won the playoffs in Seattle!
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