26-11-2003, 02:59
On the steps of the Greater Leadership Council Building, Rooferlonian PMS Guiseppe Marks watched proudly as his military passed before him in full parade regalia. First came the Amish Cavalry in their horsedrawn AAV's(Amish Assault Vehicles), their uniforms a very crisp and clean brown and black, their boots were somewhat dirty from their working in the fields prior to mounting their steads to parade for their kind and benevolent leader. Behind the cavalry came the Amish Legionaires looking very resplendent in their wide brim black hats, white shirts and black pants.
They marched to an old Amish cadence that was first used as a field chant back in their original homeland of Indiana. The Amish moved enmasse to Rooferlonia to escape the restrictions placed upon them by the tyrannical government of the Hoosier state. First they had to sell off their farms, then they had to go and work with der English, then they had to put a license plate on their buggies but the final straw that broke the draft horses back was when the Indiana Legislature passed a bill stating that "all horse drawn modes of transportation must have a defecant recepticle placed behind the exhaust pipe of the power source". In other words the evil Hoosiers wanted the Amish to put a poop bucket under the butt of their horses so that rural roads would quit being clogged by "road apples".
PMS Marks was busy daydreaming during the review until his eye was caught by a sweet looking young thing marching with the Wool Verines Special Forces Unit. He quietly whispered to his vice aide to have the young ewe brought to him immediately after the parade was over with. Guiseppe was bored no more and was ready for some rough and tumble loving of the barn yard kind that night.
They marched to an old Amish cadence that was first used as a field chant back in their original homeland of Indiana. The Amish moved enmasse to Rooferlonia to escape the restrictions placed upon them by the tyrannical government of the Hoosier state. First they had to sell off their farms, then they had to go and work with der English, then they had to put a license plate on their buggies but the final straw that broke the draft horses back was when the Indiana Legislature passed a bill stating that "all horse drawn modes of transportation must have a defecant recepticle placed behind the exhaust pipe of the power source". In other words the evil Hoosiers wanted the Amish to put a poop bucket under the butt of their horses so that rural roads would quit being clogged by "road apples".
PMS Marks was busy daydreaming during the review until his eye was caught by a sweet looking young thing marching with the Wool Verines Special Forces Unit. He quietly whispered to his vice aide to have the young ewe brought to him immediately after the parade was over with. Guiseppe was bored no more and was ready for some rough and tumble loving of the barn yard kind that night.