Five soldiers had been sandwiched and coffeed at the Elks canteen, were a little short of money, needed haircuts.

Now we plunged into a deep shade with the boughs lacing each other overhead, and crossed dainty, rustic bridges over the cold trout-streams, the boards giving back the clatter of our horses' feet: or anon we shot into a clearing, with a colored glimpse of the lake and its curving shore far below us.

PM Anna Warhola is on-the-edge trannydom. In her performance for Anna Conda's fundraiser running for District 6 Supervisor, she was a middle-aged Dom in stiletto heels […]

– Idle: Is your wife a… a goer… eh? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Nudge nudge. Know what I mean? Say no more. Know what I mean? – Jones: I beg your pardon? – Idle: Your wife… does she, er, does she ‘go’… eh? eh? eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Say no more. – Jones: Well, she sometimes ‘goes’, yes. – Idle: I bet she does. I bet she does. I bet she does. Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. – Jones: I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow you. – Idle: Follow me. Follow me. And I like that. That’s good. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh?