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?"