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 thing! But enough about me, how's your day going?"
- Ginger Doll
- 04-10-2011, 01:15 PM
- Sweet N Little
- 04-10-2011, 01:43 PM
LMAO good one Ginger!! 
- Lonesome
- 04-10-2011, 03:25 PM
I wonder if that was the same biker who had made a stop at a truck stop restaurant.
He walked into the dining area and saw a waitress carrying a plate of food to a gentleman sitting in a booth. Before the gentleman could begin his meal, the biker went over to the booth, sat down on the other side, and slid the plate over to his side. As he picked up the fork and began eating, he told the gentleman that he would have to pay for it, but order himself another plate and drink. The gentleman picked up his hat, went to the cash register and made payment, then walked out the door. Afer he was gone, the biker said to the waitress, "wasn't much of a man, was he"? The waitress replied, "He wasn't much of a driver either, he just crushed a motorcycle as he pulled away in his 18-wheeler".
He walked into the dining area and saw a waitress carrying a plate of food to a gentleman sitting in a booth. Before the gentleman could begin his meal, the biker went over to the booth, sat down on the other side, and slid the plate over to his side. As he picked up the fork and began eating, he told the gentleman that he would have to pay for it, but order himself another plate and drink. The gentleman picked up his hat, went to the cash register and made payment, then walked out the door. Afer he was gone, the biker said to the waitress, "wasn't much of a man, was he"? The waitress replied, "He wasn't much of a driver either, he just crushed a motorcycle as he pulled away in his 18-wheeler".