"I'll get me wellies on and go outside" says DH. "I might be gone some time" (Dead Horse Wins Oaks - Newmarket Gazette) "No cracks about *Waders of the Purple Sage* while I'm gone"
Mrs DH picks herself up off the floor, and slides seductively towards a six fingered yokel wearing a stupid grin and a coonskin hat. "Git ya banjo out, ya purty young hunk, an' gi' us a toon"