There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a huge Biker grabs my drink and gulps it down. “Well watcha gunna do about that?” he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears. “Come on, man,” the biker continues, “ 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 reply. “I was late and my boss fired me. My car was stolen. I left my wallet in the cab that took me home. 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. Then you show up and swig the lot! BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME, HOW’S YOUR DAY GOING?”
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 09:37:28 +0000
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