Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess,
“Will you marry me?”
The Princess immediately said, “No!”
And the Prince lived happily ever after, and
“Will you marry me?”
The Princess immediately said, “No!”
And the Prince lived happily ever after, and
rode motorcycles and dated thin, long-legged,
full-breasted women, and hunted and fished
and
raced cars, and went to titty bars and
and
raced cars, and went to titty bars and
dated ladies half his age
and
drank whiskey, beer, and Captain Morgan, and
and
drank whiskey, beer, and Captain Morgan, and
never heard bitching
and
never paid child support or alimony, and
and
never paid child support or alimony, and
dated cheerleaders and
kept his house and guns, and ate spam and
kept his house and guns, and ate spam and
potato chips and beans, and
blew enormous farts, and
blew enormous farts, and
never got cheated on while he was at work,
and
all his friends and family thought
and
all his friends and family thought
he was friggin’ cool as hell,
and
he had tons of money in the bank, and
and
he had tons of money in the bank, and
left the toilet seat up.
The End.
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