09-28-2010, 01:16 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Location: Nth. Qld.Australia
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How was Your Day
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 old lady in bed with the gardener 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, you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole thing! But enough about me, how's your day going?" |
09-29-2010, 07:05 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: At my daughter's beck and call.
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Perfect!
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