Cue Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On (listen while you read this… It’ll get you in the mood.)
I made it to the horny towns of Pennsylvania Dutch Country! Another one to check off the Bucket List!
Pennsylvania is beautiful! One of the prettiest states when it comes to rolling green hills of the countryside. It’s no wonder they use photos of the farms and silos for puzzle pictures. I was in Dutch Country for a few days… and I fell in love with the place! The folks are very friendly, and the towns clean – in looks, if not in name.
I always thought the Amish were on the conservative side, until I learned they sure do like to like kinky names for their towns. Let’s take a tour – with our date – through…
Horny (in) Pennsylvania: Bird-in-Hand, Intercourse, Paradise, Fertility, Virginville, Blue Ball.
Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania… It’s more than just a hot date…
Bird-in-Hand is where you start… But, wait! There’s more…
He was driving her buggy.
Dang, I’m funny.
For as conservative as they seem, the Amish do have a healthy sense of humor. Around Pennsylvania Amish Country – with provocatively named towns like Intercourse and Blue Ball (post coming soon, no pun intended) – are giant Amish statues, with bare feet. One has a name: Big Amos. I don’t know if he’s famous. *rim shot* I’m on a roll.
This is Big Amos, the giant barefoot Amish statue. He’s seen standing next to regular buggy, at the Hershey Farm Restaurant & Inn, in Strasburg, PA.
Big Amos, barefoot Amish giant statue.
Does it look like he’s got nail polish on his toenails? I didn’t notice at the time, but it looks like a French pedicure. But, wait! There’s more…
The horse isn’t supposed to look at us.
In a post about clichés on Writersdigest.com, in a comment by G-Girl2 I found this clever poem…
You have half a mind to give me a piece
of your mind, but you’d better beware—
what you’re giving away freely to others
is something you really can’t spare.
You’ve given your all, put your back into it;
you’ve given it the old college try.
I’d love to help you brainstorm,
but I’ve other fish to fry.
So just hold your horses, get off your high horse,
Then get on the horse once more.
Tired of horses yet? No? Well okay,
I can still think of three or four.
I eat like a horse, and with little remorse,
I beat them when they’re dead.
I have to pee like a Russian racehorse
(but that’s prob’ly better left unsaid).
I’ll hitch to the one that is winning,
and look in its mouth of course.
You’ll be glad to know, it’s the end of the flow;
I need to see a man about a horse.
You all know how I love But, wait! There’s more…