Sitting at the
bar
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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 tears welled in my eyes.
"Come on, man," the
biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man tearing
up."
"This is the worst day
of my life," I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss
sacked me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen. 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 Hell,.......
enough about me, how are you doing?
