A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half
>an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his
>drink and gulps it down in one swig.
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>The poor little guy starts crying.
>
>'Come on man. I was just giving you a hard time,' 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,' says the little guy between sobs. 'I
>can't do anything right.' 'I overslept and was late to an important
>meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my
>car was stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab
>I took home. I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me.
>So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my
>life, and then you show up and drink the poison.'
2007-11-22
23:55:57
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