Life has it's ways of turning around... |
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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. "I'm a complete failure.
* I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me.
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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 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??
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