I don’t believe in fairy tales, but this one I received by email today and quite like:
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl “Will you marry me?”
The girl said, “No.”
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn’t get fat, travelled more, had many lovers, didn’t save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, never wore lacy lingerie that went up her ass, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants, and burped, swore, and farted all the time.