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El Lobo Reservado, a most sagacious gentleman from out west sent this one
about a man beset with problems...

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 that
I took home. I found my wife with another man and then my dog bit me."

Pausing for breath, he continued: "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?"