If you're a parent in southeastern Connecticut and it's a beautiful Sunday and you're wondering, Hmmm, is there a place my friend and I can take the kids that has lots and lots of rocks so we can spend the afternoon saying "Please don't throw rocks?" instead of actually making adult conversation, I have just the place for you: Rocky Neck State Park.
Get it? Rocky Neck. There are rocks as far as the eye can see.
You're practically guaranteed a day of "Stop throwing rocks!"
"Please, please, don't throw rocks...I don't want to have to say it again."
"Dammit! Would you stop *&$%ing throwing rocks?!"
But hey...at least when Junior was busy throwing rocks I didn't have to keep answering his concerned "Why is she naked? Is she naked?" questions about the girls in bikinis.
Why do they have to notice everything?
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