"i didn't ought to have went."

I have no idea what was running through Robert Benchley's mind back in 1925 when he wrote the sentence immortalized in my subject header, but let me take a stab at it anyway.

1) If Golden Corral had existed, he may have been referring to that ubiquitous third trip through the buffet line. However, the advent of Alka Seltzer around the same time would most likely preclude any proclamation of gustatory guilt. [Note to readers: Start at the end of the chow line and work your way forward, as buffets are notorious for front-loading with leafy green vegetables, pudding and such so that you don't have any room for the roast beef au jus, Manwich, or what have you.]

2) Benchley could possibly be admonishing one specific trip to the Algonquin the night before a particularly important editorial deadline. But seeing as I know a little something about neither bars nor deadlines, I cannot suppose.3) Dorothy Parker, long noted as an insufferable companion -- and a sufferer, could prove to be a likely source for the above-mentioned quote for she was known to be a steadily bad influence on the writer. "Tontant Dwinker," I believe is the acronym.

4) A trip to anywhere in New Jersey. Enough said.

5) My final guess would have to include something to do with the workplace. Oh, how Benchley hated toiling in the confines of an office, as do most proletariats. But seeing as our present occupations enable our spouses to live in the manner to which they have become accustomed, work has become a necessary evil. Although, the thought of abruptly quitting to go live off of the free salad bar at Golden Corral can't be altogether discarded.