05-04-2009, 07:31 AM
My Moma said ...there'd be days like this!
A timid little guy is sitting at the bar - staring at his drink for a long time - when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, shoves him aside, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig.
The biker then turns to the little guy with a menacing stare and says:
"'What cha gonna do about it?'
The poor little guy starts to cry.
'Come on you snivling piece of shit,' the biker growls, "What are you crying for - its only a damn drink.'
'This is the worst day of my life,' says the little guy between sobs.
'I can't do anything right:'
'I over-slept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.
When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was 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 my dog bit me.
So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life ...and then you show up and drink the damn poison.
A timid little guy is sitting at the bar - staring at his drink for a long time - when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, shoves him aside, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig.
The biker then turns to the little guy with a menacing stare and says:
"'What cha gonna do about it?'
The poor little guy starts to cry.
'Come on you snivling piece of shit,' the biker growls, "What are you crying for - its only a damn drink.'
'This is the worst day of my life,' says the little guy between sobs.
'I can't do anything right:'
'I over-slept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.
When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was 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 my dog bit me.
So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life ...and then you show up and drink the damn poison.