Hedge my man...it's not the pole...forget the damn pole...Home Depot has poles...crates of 'em.
Bennington has a pole...just trust me on this
...dependant on whether mz. hedge reads this or goes to Maryland with mz. modre and her sisters.
I can find a fuckin' pole in the Vatican woman's auxillary if so inclined...but alas, nobility and sense of duty refrains me from straying from the straight and narrow...and if I do make it up there, I'll keep you anchored...let temptation go...we're not budging.
leave Mr. Happy at home...this about oil, re-jets, and tires.
which incidently, I just ordered a set of Annakees for the bonne.

"Sometimes ya' gotta hold a candle to the devil."