Some days, nobody seems interested in Fucking, but every now and then a whole bus load of people interested in Fucking pictures will stop by.

So, yes, the local brew is....

I used to live closer but I went to church.

My brother-in-law the accountant lives only 17 miles from Hell. Hmmm.

This is just awesome!

I love it there.

You should come visit Intercourse, Pa. While there you can run over to Blue Balls, Pa. Virginville is also a nice Pa. town.
All right in the middle of Amish country.

I grew up near Newark, DE and my mother was absolutely hooked on Amish produce from a farm in Bird In Hand which, as you know, is just down the road from Intercourse.

Not really Amish. And it's "Blue Ball," if you please.

Don't forget Jerkwater, though. Although it is a ghost town since the railroads electrified.

-- Mal

Looks like you had a fucking good time!

You're so lucky..

There is utterly nothing out there, but it is close to Salzburg, and a fantastic medieval border town called Burghausen, which has the longest castle in Europe. Also not far from Munich.

You go off on some Fucking trip and don't send anyone one Fucking post card or pick us up any Fucking t-shirts.

How was the Fucking water? I hear it is some of the cleanest in the world.
How was the Fucking food?
How was the Fucking weather?
Who was the Fucko they named the town after?
Did you get a chance to see all of Fucking, or did you only take in some of Upper or Lower Fucking?

What do you call someone from there... Fucks? Fuckers? Fuckingers? Fuckisian? Fuckingan? Fuckingillian? Republican?

There are no Fucking postcards or t-shirts. The Fuckinger who was selling them a while ago was persuaded by his Fucking neighbors to stop, because they don't like all the Fucking attention.

The food was great. There is only one Fucking place to eat, and it is at the guesthouse just down the Fucking road. There, they have a sense of humor about it. I had a stew of local Fucking mushrooms and really liked it. Upon arriving, I told the Fucking waitress, "We're here for the Fucking." Oddly, the manager makes his own erotic paintings and other art for sale, some of which is on display in the men's room.

We saw the whole Fucking town, and there are four sets of signs marking the Fucking borders, since it is at a crossroads. But, seriously, from the uphill side, a decent pitcher could throw a rock from one Fucking side of town to the other.

It's true. You can learn everything you want to know about Fucking on the Internet.

Thanks for the Fucking post.

That seems like great fun in Fucking! Glad to see something scratched off your bucket list. Mine has not had any ticks yet!