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 old lady in bed with the
gardener,  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 arsenic dissolve. 

Then some jack-ass shows up and  drinks the whole thing!

But enough about me, how's your day going?"

 

That's an ok one.