YellowDog
27th December 2012, 20:20
I was sitting there 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.
"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 own 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 cyanide capsule in, and I sit here watching the poison dissolve. and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" He says menacingly, as I burst into tears.
"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 own 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 cyanide capsule in, and I sit here watching the poison dissolve. and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"