when it isn't a fairy tale at all....but reality?!?

Life is too short to drink cheap whiskey, boink ugly women, or put up with the princesses of the world!!

ROCK THE FUCK ON, PRINCE!!!!


Just sayin'

You are ahead of the ball game

I'd prefer the version where the princess said yes, and herself had an affection for whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan, big titted broads, ass fucking cheerleaders and eating pussy, rode bitch on the motorcycle, knew how to load my rifle and what size wrench to hand me when tinkering under the hood, kept her own money in the bank and needed none of mine, knew that life is too short to bitch about trivial matters such as toilet seats and we lived happily ever after.

But the one above is a perfectly acceptable 2nd choice.

The kind of chick I'd polish up the shining armor for, is the kind of chick who'd mock the absurdity of such a gesture.

Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess "Will you marry me"?

The Princess said "NO"  

The Prince rode motorcycles and fucked skinny big titted broads and hunted and raced cars and went to naked bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and ate pussies and ass fucked cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was fuckin cool as hell and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up ..... and the Prince lived happily ever after.

The end

I'm going to print this out, fold it up and carry in my wallet.  If I ever feel blue and I unfold it and read it.  Thanks you.

...all I can say is, you're way the fuck wiser than I am!  But at least I think I've learned my lesson!

Unfortunately my first 2 princesses said YES and that fucked me up for a couple of decades. But nowadays I leave the seat up even when I sit down and poop. I been thinking about tearing the seat off and throwing it out the window of my apartment. Very liberating!  But the fact that it is there, yet I choose not to ever lower it, is even sweeter I think.

doc doc doc how much have you had to drink?

Who told you my life story??  I want it kept on the down low!!

Ahhh my friend, there are things you say - they be true.... but you leave out some of the great joys of life....

Kids.  and worrying about them, being proud of them when they "get it"  
Growing old, with someone who will stay by your side - even when you drool

yea I know, Kids can be and are a pain in the ass....  and the growing old, you also get to watch someone grow weak and helpless also....

but then again....  to each we are what we are... and you are VERY COOL.....

But I am doing OK...life's not perfect, but as the Stones once said, that if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need!

The Prince from Story #1 and the (hated to be called a) Princess from Story #2 ended up crawling out of a casino in Vegas one night back to the Prince's room. They had BBFS, and then went their own ways, never to see each other again. 9 months later, the Princess gave birth to a daughter - Honor Palin - who looked very much like Charlie Sheen. The moral of the story? Best to stay away from Princes and Princesses - they're usually pains in the ass - and stick to common knaves and bawdy tavern wenches. Flagons up! The End!

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