From Richard McGrath:
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess: “Will you marry me?”
The Princess said “No.”
And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and
hunting and played golf and shagged women half his age and drank copious amounts
of beer and scotch and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and just did
whatever he fucking wanted.
The End.
(of course, some of us were lucky enough to find the near-perfect partner and do all those things anyway. With the possible exceptions of #5 and #7)
