Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl “Will you marry me?”

For whatever reason, the girl said, “no”.

And the guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played a lot of golf whenever he wasn’t playing his electric guitar and drank beer and scotch and smoked cigars and looked at dirty magazines whenever he felt like it and walked around his messy house in his underpants and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever need be.

The End.