There I was is sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker stepped up next to me, grabbed my drink and gulped it down in one swig. "Well, whatcha gonna do about it?" he said menacingly, as I burst into tears.
"Come on, man," the biker said, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can`t stand to see a grown man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I sobbed. "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, I dropped a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve. Then you, you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole damned thing! But enough about me, how's your day going?"
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