Residents of NYC typically make a mass exodus during the summer months.
For most of us, its the hot garbage aromas, odd foreign travelers from far away lands, and the allure of beaches filled with sandy bottoms that congest expressways and crowd airports.
The East End of Long Island is a popular destination for weekday strap hangers and taxi hail-ers. Obviously, city folk need to wet their whistles while on holiday and one particular drinking establishment is called Neptunes.
Neptune’s is a popular hang out for juice monkeys and milk mommas to fist pump and flaunt newly purchased sweater puppets. Chest Melons that resemble the size and shape of the 8th planet from the Sun.
It’s not usually meant to cater to is elderly men fitted in Bob Cousy’s shorts and Pele’s socks…UNTIL NOW THAT IS!
Come to think of it, If I was 97 years old like the man in the picture, I’m going wherever the Milk Mommas are going. HEAVENS TO BETSY!
