"Well, what'cha 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 cry."
"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 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?"
Gulp!
ReplyDeleteWoops.
ReplyDeleteIndy, Are you a biker with a funny after taste in your mouth?
ReplyDeleteOpie, you snuck in there as I was answering Indy. Don't you love it when "ordinary Joe" can get one over a bully.
ReplyDeletePerfect story for this week!
ReplyDeleteFunny stuff. I bad that mean biker feels like bammy right about now...he he.
Ha!
ReplyDeleteJust imagining the reaction Odie!
ReplyDeleteOn my lunch break Bunni, Busy week here. Good bye biker!
ReplyDeleteLL, Ha Ha!
ReplyDeleteI know Indy ... just a funnin ya a bit.
ReplyDeleteLMAO!
ReplyDeleteTeresa, see you had a good day.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the laugh!
ReplyDeleteSupi, You bet ... that's my job.
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