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,
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.
"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
"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?"
No comments:
Post a Comment