four score and four days later, we were finally off again. we stopped past Gettysburg for a brief visit. 
this place is hallowed ground and you can really feel it as you stroll through the battlefields and graveyards. we were there on a georgous day, cool and sunny.
and of course Lincolns eternal address
after that somber visit, we decided to lighten things up a bit and headed up to Hershey, PA
we even learned how the candy's are made - by big machines! jenn was a little disappointed that they didnt mix their chocolate by waterfall.
Jenn's all about kisses in public... cant get enough. well, actually, this was enough
then we decided that we'd persue a degree in the field of chocolatology, but i flunked out after eating my homework
her diploma is real, i forged mine in chocolate
Then we headed through the tri-boroughs of Lancaster county: Intercourse, Paradise, and Fertility. there ain't no paradise like an Amish Paradise!! (that's right, another Wierd Al reference)
Then we headed through the tri-boroughs of Lancaster county: Intercourse, Paradise, and Fertility. there ain't no paradise like an Amish Paradise!! (that's right, another Wierd Al reference)
in an attempt to get a closer look at these curious people, we followed some signs that said "Cold Root Beer", we followed them up an authentic Amish driveway (it had horse poo on it, that's how you know) 
there was a young teenager walking his horse, we asked him where the root beer was, he said around the corner, and pointed past the huge barn to a little house, so we drove around to that side and came across a cute little Amish girl with her dress and bare feet, she was probably about 8 or 9, we asked her where the root beer was and she looked at us like we were really wierd and said, hold on, i'll get it. she came back with a funny bottle and we gave her a $1.50. i tried to make conversation, she had a very thick accent, i pointed to their huge silo and asked, "is that where you keep the root beer?", this got a smile out of her and she said, "no, that's where we keep the hay!", "what's the hay for?" and then she really looked at me like i was crazy - but i really wanted to know what the hay was for.
there was a young teenager walking his horse, we asked him where the root beer was, he said around the corner, and pointed past the huge barn to a little house, so we drove around to that side and came across a cute little Amish girl with her dress and bare feet, she was probably about 8 or 9, we asked her where the root beer was and she looked at us like we were really wierd and said, hold on, i'll get it. she came back with a funny bottle and we gave her a $1.50. i tried to make conversation, she had a very thick accent, i pointed to their huge silo and asked, "is that where you keep the root beer?", this got a smile out of her and she said, "no, that's where we keep the hay!", "what's the hay for?" and then she really looked at me like i was crazy - but i really wanted to know what the hay was for.
so off we were off after that close encounter with a funny litle bottle of root beer, next thing i know jenn's acting a bit loopy - turns out that little Amish girl sold us a bottle of spirits! (actually, jenn took a sip and gagged, "this is the worste root beer ever!". we dumped it out, but kept the bottle)
see you later, you crazy Amish, we will miss your backwards ways
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I wanted that root beer!
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