:hi: How's Your day going? :smilie_happy: :smilie_happy: :mrgreen:
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. :head bang: :head bang:
"Well whatcha gonna do about it?" hs says, menacingly :fiddle: , as I bust out into tears.
"Come on man," he says, "I didn't think you would cry. :heat: :heat: I can't stand to see a man crying." :clapping:
"This is the worst day of my life," I say. :fiddle: "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. :head bang: I left my
wallet in the cab I took home to find out my wife was having an affair and then my dog bit me."
"So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, :beer: I buy a drink, drop a capsule in and sit here
watching the poison dissolve; :beg: :beg: then you, you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole thing.
But enough about me, how's your day going?" :smilie_happy: :smilie_happy: :smilie_happy:
It seemed like I had an audience of thousands. 
