anywhere i could be a king, eat wild boar, get maaaaaaaad drunk and enjoy the company of many sexually liberated women, who would be in my company of their own free will and not for financial gain.
i’d go back to 1955. i’d help my parents get together, invent skateboards, show chuck berry’s cousin marvin the riff to johnny b goode, help my dad stand up to biff and follow his dream of being a science fiction writer, and stop doc emmett brown being killed by libyan terrorists. when i came back to the present day i’d have a sweet pickup truck, in which i’d hope to be able to drive jennifer up to the lake this weekend.
back in victorian times (where these things happened) calling a lady a wench was common place, hence my usage of the term. you won’t hear me make such comments when discussing present day ladies.