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. 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; then you show up and drink  the whole thing!  But enough about  me, how's your day  going?