World's Shortest Fairy Tale

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  • TonerMunkeh
    Professional Moron

    2,500+ Posts
    • Apr 2008
    • 3865
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    World's Shortest Fairy Tale

    Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "will you marry me"?

    She said no.

    The guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and had scotch and had money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.

    The End.
    It's 106 miles to Chicago. We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.

    Hit it.
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    • ZOOTECH
      Senior member of CRS

      Site Contributor
      2,500+ Posts
      • Jul 2007
      • 3375
      #2
      Re: World's Shortest Fairy Tale

      Originally posted by TonerMunkeh
      Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "will you marry me"?

      She said no.

      The guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and had scotch and had money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.

      The End.
      Oh Oh...what happened?
      "You can't trust your eyes, if your mind is out of focus" --

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        • charm5496
          Service Manager

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          1,000+ Posts
          • Apr 2008
          • 2387
          #3
          Re: World's Shortest Fairy Tale

          Originally posted by TonerMunkeh
          Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "will you marry me"?

          She said no.

          The guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and had scotch and had money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.

          The End.
          My boss reminds of this every day!!!! LOL lucky bastard!
          Accidents don't just happen. They must be carelessly planned.

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