There was a guy at the bar. . . 
There was this guy at a bar, just staring at his drink. He stares at it for about a half hour.
Then, a man steps next to him, takes his drink, and chugs it down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking with you. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a grown man cry."
"No, it's not that. Today was the worst day of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my work. My boss, furious, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that there is nothing they can do about it. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I realized that I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."
"I go home, and when I get there, I find it trashed. I leave home, 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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