A guy walks into a bar and asks for the strongest shot the bartender can make, which he then slams down.
Seconds later, he asks for another . . . and another . . . and another.
Finally, the bartender stops him. “Listen, I’m going to have to cut you off. What’s the problem anyway? Girl trouble?”
“My wife and I had a fight,” he replies.
“She said she’s not talking to me for a week.”
“These things blow over,” says the bartender, attempting to console him.
“You don’t understand. Today is the last day!”
Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Calamjo