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?"