Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl ‘Will you marry me?’ The girl said, ‘NO!’ And the guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and scotch and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.
THE END
AWB
P.S. All I need now is the motorcycle 
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Once upon a time a guy asked a girl to marry him. She said “no.” It was a good thing, too, because he, distraught over a bad day at the golf course, decided his only friend in the world was a stuffed moose head. He strapped the moose head to the back of his bike everyday, and sadly, became the talk of the town. One day, after 24 months of intense psychotherapy, talking to his doctor about Viagra, and graduating from ADP, he decided to treat himself to a weekend of fishing and loose women in Albion. His celebration ended abruptly when a well known and well armed KKK Grand Master gunned him down at a local bait and tackle store for asking “wassup Nigga?” The girl attended the guy’s funeral. He looked like shit in a box. She lived happily ever after, and farted whenever she wanted.
WHAT?
No mention of smoking CIGARS???
I’m SHOCKED!
(Cassie: THAT happened JUST the other day a few blocks over from us)
It was a joke, alright?