There was this guy sitting at the bar staring at his drink when a large, bent on trouble biker steps up next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, what you gonna do about that?" he says, menacingly, as the guy 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," he said. "I'm a complete failure".
"I was late to a meeting, and my boss fired me.
When I went to the carpark, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance had run out.
I then left my wallet in the taxi I took home only to find my wife with another man... and my dog attacked me."
"So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all,
I bought a drink put in a cyanide capsule and sit here watching the poison dissolve when you show up and drink the whole darn thing!
But hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"
