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There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large biker steps up next to me,
grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swallow.
"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 grown 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;
and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But, hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"
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