Date: Saturday, October 2, 2010, 9:49 PM
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 old lady in bed with the gardener and then my dog bit me."
"So I came to this bar to work up the courage end to it all. I buy a drink.
I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the arsenic dissolve.
Then some jack-ass
shows up and drinks the whole thing! But enough about me - how's your day going?"