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It wouldn’t be summertime if your cousin BLU CHEEZ wasn’t at the beach, or the pool, on on the strip. And it do be a strip now f’real though.

The game stay the same, it’s just the names that changed.

These young ladies were just about to express their artistic sides during the Jones Beach Greek Picnic Traffic Overflow.

The Jones Beach Greek Picnic Traffic Overflow was created when too many people were going to this event the last Saturday in June. The Jones Beach Greek Picnic was established in the early 1980’s by some enterprising university jigs.

They pooled their connections using their New York State fraternity charters to secure the westernmost area of Jones Beach. The event became so popular that it attracted peoples from as far away as Texas. The folks that got up early enough to get to the beach before traffic were treated to a summer car show like no other. There was hell’a stuntin’ and the folks that like to watch it. Game is going down constantly in every direction you turn. You will see some old classmates that have their swagger hanging out the bag. For that afternoon the beach hosts the flyest motherfuckers that you ever seen, like a 60inch Zenith, please believe it. Someone is going to get fucked well that evening and wouldn’t you love to be her/him? Hell to the yeah!

When the traffic along the Southern State Parkway had become a parking lot, vehicles began to exit the Parkway at Nassau Road a/k/a ‘Nasty Road’. It is a depressed strip of Arab owned grocery stores and old school Chinese restaurants before they all went to bulletproof glass and Yi Ping hot mustard. For one Saturday in June, once a year, this avenue may be the surburban ghettos equivalent of ‘Prom Night’.

The peacocks strut up and down the avenue as if they were on a track. I just hold my position in one area and I let all the fun come my way. Girls will pass by you three, four, five times as they aimlessly walk the strip. Sometimes I ask a pretty girl which lap she’s on. It’s cute to watch some girls practice their walk for the first time in heels and a bathing suit.

These young girls were the classic ‘two fer ones’ and ‘one or all’ type beatboxes that you look for on this strip. My homie is a jake and we had his truck parked behind us in the parking lot of the Roosevelt McDonald’s. Dude wanted to take them back to the truck to beat fire out these ho’s. The only problem I had was that I am in my thirties now, and not my teens, or even my twenties. I can’t really see myself beating out anything that young when there are so many veteran chicks that have the delicious Power U spread and they won’t get me knocked for cheap thrills.

If that young, supple, firm coochie that has the faint smell of baby powder and pee pee is your thing then by all means do you if she consents. I just don’t want another 15yr old on my resume.

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