A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big, bad biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare, and says ‘What cha gonna do about it, you little cockroach?”

The poor little guy starts crying. ‘Come on man I was just giving you a hard time,’ 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,” says the little guy between sobs. ‘I can’t do anything right.’ ‘I overslept 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 by putting arsenic in my drink…and then you show up and steal my poison.”

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