There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large,
trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps
it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as I burst
into tears.
"Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can`t
stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I say.
"I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired
me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen
and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took
home. I found my wife with another man, and then my dog bit me."
"So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it
all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the
poison dissolve; then you show up and drink the whole thing
.........but enough about me, how's your day going?"
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