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> > 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.
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> > "Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?" he says menacingly, as I burst into tears.
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> > "Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying."
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> > "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."
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> > "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; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!....But hell... enough about me... how ya doin’?”
> >
> > "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; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!....But hell... enough about me... how ya doin’?”
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