June 1, 2007 · Print This Article

A guy at a bar was just looking at his drink. He stays like that for an hour.
Then, this big bully of a truck driver sits next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down.

The poor guy starts crying.

The truck driver says, “Come on Nancy, I was just joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man cry.”

“No, it’s not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I get out, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away.”

“I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar.

And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.”


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