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Why Motorcycles Are Better Than Boyfriends

* My bike can go for more than one ride in an hour.

* My bike lasts longer.

* My bike will let me know if something is wrong.

* My bike doesn’t judge my friends.

* My bike doesn’t care about how many other bikes I’ve ridden.

* My bike won’t ogle other bikes.

* My bike doesn’t care about my breast size.

* I don’t have to drink beer before my motorcycle looks appealing.

* I didn’t have to go to Tiffany’s to register my bike.

* My bike doesn’t care if I’m independent, matter of fact she wants me in control.

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The Prince and the Princess

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 dated women half his age and drank beer and scotch and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up . The End

Dear Diary

HER DIARY: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong. He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.

On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent.

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