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 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; then you show up and drink the whole thing!  But enough about me, how's your day going?"