TheIronSheik
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This past week, I've had to work out in the heart of Amish country. And because of some road work, I've had to take the back roads to and from work. This meant a lot of driving through the farmlands. I used to think those people were crazy living like that. But as I drove home from a stressful drive, stuck in traffic, I started to think, "Maybe I should convert to Amishism. And also, I should learn the real term of what they call their religion." Waking up early and just plowing a field. Raising a barn. Talking crap about the English. I mean it kind of sounds like heaven. Although, the women are ugly. I'd say no offense to any Amish women reading this, but, going out on a limb, I think I'm safe. Not because I think Amish don't use the internet. But more because we're on an outdated form of social media, catering to guys who play fantasy football, but who don't want to talk about fantasy football. Honestly, I'm surprised any women are here. Or men. Some might think, "But Sheik, aren't you married?" And my answer would be, "Probably not if I switched to Amishism."
Driving on those two lane country roads, I must have passed at least 50 buggies each day. 50. Like, where the hell are these people going? Here I was thinking becoming Amish would get me away from rush hour traffic and these people are in it and the cause of a lot of it. So they still deal with traffic, the women are ugly, and I can't grow a beard. I mean besides that... No. No, I guess I couldn't handle it. Ok, but, if we could get some hot women. Maybe allow me to still use a car. And power tools. Plus I don't want to wake up early. Or work. If I could get all that, being Amish would rule.
Side note: On the way home, there's a sign I saw that said in big letters WORLD'S BIGGEST ANTIQUE COLLECTION 5 MILES ON RIGHT. Then, as I got closer, I could see above the big letters were smaller letters that said "probably one of the..." I just picture Jebidiah and Ezekiel going "Well, is there anyway to confirm were the biggest?" "No." "Well are we one of the biggest?" "Probably?" "Ok. Put that on the sign."
Driving on those two lane country roads, I must have passed at least 50 buggies each day. 50. Like, where the hell are these people going? Here I was thinking becoming Amish would get me away from rush hour traffic and these people are in it and the cause of a lot of it. So they still deal with traffic, the women are ugly, and I can't grow a beard. I mean besides that... No. No, I guess I couldn't handle it. Ok, but, if we could get some hot women. Maybe allow me to still use a car. And power tools. Plus I don't want to wake up early. Or work. If I could get all that, being Amish would rule.
Side note: On the way home, there's a sign I saw that said in big letters WORLD'S BIGGEST ANTIQUE COLLECTION 5 MILES ON RIGHT. Then, as I got closer, I could see above the big letters were smaller letters that said "probably one of the..." I just picture Jebidiah and Ezekiel going "Well, is there anyway to confirm were the biggest?" "No." "Well are we one of the biggest?" "Probably?" "Ok. Put that on the sign."