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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

They stop Traffic

It's that time of year again.

You know the time when the parking lot at the lake is packed and nothing is moving.

Only the 'parking lot' is actually the interstate highway crossing the lake.

Why is it a parking lot you ask?

On any given 'normal day' it can be a parking lot especially during 'rush hour' which around here consists of the time between the hours of 5am to 1am ... we're lucky to have a slow period 1am and 5am on a good day.

But what makes it the proverbial parking lot this time of year are boobs.

Yes you heard me, tits, knockers, boom booms or whatever of the over 2000 terms, (in English alone) for them you choose to use.

The ladies flashing the highway cause the traffic to stop over a narrow strip of land between three lakes ... most people assume it is a bridge over one lake but they are in error there ... on both sides of the strip.

What is funny is that the ladies who are nude on the lake attract less attention from the drivers than do the flashers.
The numbers seem to be about even between the nude and the boobie flashers.

So when traveling across that strip of land listen for the honking horns of a truck and count how many sets make an appearance.

And, no the ones already out do not count.

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