One Hell of a Day 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, what are you gonna do about it? he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears. Come on, man, the biker says, I didnt think youd CRY. I cant stand to see a man crying. This is the worst day of my life, I say. Im 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 dont 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 thing! But . . . enough about me. How are you doing?
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 22:34:07 +0000
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