Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Busy, busy, busy, and a sick kid again.... I need a life.

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 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?"


Anonymous said...

"how's your day going?"

Shitty.........as usual

Got some cyanide?

H2o said...

No, but if you get your hands on some please pass it my way.

Tina said...

Hope the kid is feeling better. I'm just glad it's Friday. This week has been a nightmare (more than the usual) and I'm ready for it to be over. Hope your weekend is better.

Anonymous said...

As usual, when my day goes that way I know where to come. And here I am... smiling again.