That's interesting Amos. Combined with Rick's, I am now led to believe it is an allegory concerning Sgt. Preston of the Yukon and his quest to attend the Sturgis Motorcycle gathering. In it we see the true paradigm of both the past and future for all things related to donut holes, and a new interpretation of Sartre wherein his entire philosophy is reduced to the simple statement, "There is Gladys sliding on her trombone."

Spaw