I see two naked men, not one! No, I'm not always looking for a cheap thrill like you sick perverts! I'm just what you call observant! You can bet your bottom dollar that you're all going to be staring at that picture now like you're contemplating the bust of Homer to find the other flasher! I need some eye wash! Where is it! OK, I kind of liked it! The eye wash! Not the disgusting hippie nudists with no manners, you gutter brains! Signed, -Mrs. championjets69
Jack and a lap dance! More perverts! Sounds like something with one them small annoying yappy dogs sitting in your lap in a gay bar! They parade them around more than that Gay Pride thing New York! Who are these people! The Hibernians don't like gays! Thanks for outing yourself Mr. Irish Fake Black Guy! I bet you have a four leaf clover carved into your forehead and that you're as white as cheap mozzerella on sale! Signed, -Mrs. championjets69 Disclaimer: Cman is way black, handsome, and looks like Mike Singletary.
Oh, you. Remember the gas shortage? No-one gave a shit about Watergate. When gas went up to 73 cents a gallon, that's the real reason Nixon was toast. And fukk Mayor Lindsay.
I worked at a gas station, 50 cents a gallon and we had to clean windows and check oil. Now you can't find an person who works outside of a booth or counter.
I remember both of them. Odd and even days, too. We drove to Florida with 2 sets of plates during spring break.
Me too! I pumped gas after school and in weekends at a Texaco station near Westchester Square. My dad used to drive from the Bronx to Oil City in New Rochelle to save 2 or 3 cents on a gallon. I haven’t pumped gas since I move to Jersey.
I worked at of all places, a Hess station. Got nice white and green uniforms though. And first dibs on a Hess truck!
I worked the lines selling ice cold sodas from a cooler I pushed in a stolen shopping cart from Waldbaum's
This is what people who don't care about Bingo talk about in the old folks home. I was born in 1964, and I have a memory like a camera. If YOU drove to Florida, the current creep state of the nation (ONLY IN FLORIDA! - which has completely surpassed ONLY IN NEW YORK!), then you're pushing 90 years old. So, yeah, Florida. We went to Disneyland in 1976 when it wasn't finished. It was also the hottest Summer in 100 years. I was 12 (just spelling that out because Math will never be my strong suit). We drove down in our brown-paneled Ford Station Wagon that was on its last legs. My adoptive Daddy, a Jai Alai fan (he was born in Buenos Aires and somehow remembered what the F this game is) dragged us there on a lark because of Jai Alai. He got a very well earned vacation, but I almost got roasted to death like a pig on a spit. Sunscreen didn't exist. So anyway, me and my idiot estranged brother fist-fighted all the way down. Nothing new. I got a massive sunburn because I'm whiter than whole milk and wall primer mixed together (hello, Jones Beach!), we didn't have any aspirin to take take down the fever. Fukk unfinished Disneyland. EVERYTHING about it sucked. I yawned on Space Mountain (if it's still even there), and wasn't the least bit enchanted. I'm sure it still fukking sucks in its finished state. The funniest thing about that sunburn was that I was wearing a 'Jaws' T-shirt. Fukk Florida, fukk Disneyland, fukk Disneyworld, who gives a shit.
LOL! You’re too funny. You kids today! I was a senior in college in 1979. I’m not quite 90, but 2/3 of the way there! And I can remember SBIII !!
Not quite 10 years old making more money per day than my dad who was a jet mechanic for Pan Am. Also sold hot pretzels in the winter. Good money back then if you were willing to hustle a little.
FTR, having a shot of Jack and a young man's first lap dance was one of many rites of passage into manhood. I remember my first lap dance just like it was yesterday... Ahhhhh, the memories... (and tanx for the compliment BTW...)