Well, it wasn't exactly "JAIL" jail. The old rickshaw jilt would have us circulating pamphlets worldwide had you not taken the peep into the underclothes drawer (a nasty fetish to be dealt with, I'm told).

In being such an impetuous (and lewd) (and impudent) type, affix these tiny classified ads to your refrigerator; clamping them tightly, for dear dear oxygen won't be as forgiving in the next couple of grey spells... dig?