I live in Jersey, some arab or Indian pumps it for you, then you pay.

Easy to drive off.:D

Most of them can't read roman numbers well either, so good luck on getting the plates...

Just...Uhhh...saying..:D

New gas caps for Ford F-150, 7.00$, free 50$ fill up, priceless.

Talk a bout a short time GI.......


And for the record, I have never solicited the services of the worlds oldest profession while in the continental United States. :O:

Experienced Man, in other words, :ping:

Let's just put everybody in jail. Starting to feel like a jail already anyway. :arrgh!:

So, what are the prices in Hawaii :DL

You got roman numbers on your plates? I always thought they were arabic. :03:

:haha:

I could tell you the going rates in Asia about 16 year ago. :88)

BTW..
http://www.demotivationalposters.org...1281970091.jpg
She looks very familiar. :O:

Your daughter, perhaps? :O:

In the late seventies it was a bar of soap or a packet of cigs :oops:

Nah, although a buddy of mine accused me of fathering half the children in a Korean orphanage.

No, that picture reminds me of this bar girl I dated. No serious, it was a date. One could say I got that one for "free", but in reality it cost me a crap ton of drinks over the span of a week or two before i nailed her on her day off from the bar. It wasn't intentional, didn't plan it that way, but at the end of the evening we ended up back at my barracks room, and the first thing she did was strip down, dig in my closet, put on one of my shirts, and laid down on my bed. That was a clue that was hard to miss. Looking back I think that girl was the closest I ever got to bringing home a walking talking souvenir. I think she had the statue of liberty in one eye, and the big BX in the other. Needless to say, it didn't work out.

late 90's it was 20 dollars to 40 dollars, depending on short time or long time.

Yeah that question used to make me ponder "How long can I last....hate to pay for 'long' and last 'short'" :03:

Phht I never paid for a long time. Only did short times. Get your nut, get out, and get back to the bar and have another beer. :haha:

LOL....I could never fit another one in (beer I mean) because it took that many to pluck up the courage :doh:

Ha! All it took for me was being back in garrison after being TDY on a project working six or seven 14 hour days doing heavy construction.

Being back at home station was like being in an amusement park. Get your beer "primer" before you leave the barracks. Go down town, and "run the ville". That's where you go bar hopping (i tried 1 beer per bar and then move on to keep things interesting), get a short time, hit another bar or two, maybe get another short time, go hit another bar. Id do a round robin.

At the end of the evening I'd end up going back to base just before a 1 or 2 AM curfew, staggering through the main gate barely able to walk, trying my best to be courteous in my drunken stupor to the MP's / SP's at the gate so they didn't give me a hassle , a severe case of tunnel vision, enough tar in my lungs to repave the street (gotta love Eighty Eights), an empty "combat wallet", and an overwhelming desire to piss like a race horse.

Yes sir, I spent all my money on booze and whores. The rest I just wasted! :arrgh!: