A young fellow was sitting at the bar sobbing quietly yo himself. When a lull in the action finally came, the concerned Bartender went over to offer him some words of comfort.
"Seems your're having a rough night htere fella" He said.
"two weeks ago, my dad died. Left me three million bucks."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. You must have been close to dear old dad" consoled the bar keep.
"Hated his guts. haven't talked to him since I was a teenager."
"Well, you sure seem torn up there."
"Last week, my uncle was killed in a car wreck. Left me $600,000 bucks." Sobbed the customer.
"So were you real close with your uncle?" queried the Barman.
"Never met him."
"so, why so sad?"
"This week..."
"Nuthin!"
To quote the late Bob Grant: It's sick and getting sicker!
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