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Originally Posted by Fiyahstarter
One snowy Sunday evening, I saw an Amish buggy in a slippery WaWa parking lot -- and it was doing donuts! That poor horse didn't know which end was up...getting yanked all around. The steel wheels of that buggy were cutting through the packed snow, hitting the asphalt, and sparks were literally flying everywhere. I was pumping gas and was afeared I was gonna blow up!
There weren't no tag number on the back of that buggy, else'n I'da copied it down and given it to Emma ... she could'a straightened out them young bucks!
God Bless.
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You needed to sig that Amish Mafia on them! Ol Levi would have taken care of things.
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