- Joined
- Dec 10, 2009
- Location
- Guntersville
Here 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 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 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; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!"
"But, hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"
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.
"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 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; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!"
"But, hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"