[Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!]
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, watcha 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.”
So I said “This is the worst day of my life. 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 enough about me, how are you doing?”
Bahahahahahaha