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 going to 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 to put an end to it all. I buy a drink; 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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