Carol and I stumbled upon the consummate Amish movie while cruising through channels: The Bachelor Party. In the ten minutes we say, there were strippers, prostitutes, uncloth-ed people, Jack Daniels, bad 80s humor and hair, and a donkey show gone bad.

Very Amish.

BREAKING NEWS: I found out the donkey isn't a donkey at all, but a "magical sexual mule."