"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue," says the bearded biker.
"B-L-U. It says here that you're going to be married and have three children!"
"But will she love me?" asks the bearded biker, a tear sliding down his grizzled cheek.
"I don't know, man!" The other one sobs. "But if she doesn't, don't you stay with her!"
They begin crying.
Embarrassed, you leave the bar and go up to Town Square.
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