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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 bloody thing!

 But enough about me, how's your day going?"