Three friends who work together get off work one day and go to a bar and get rip roaring drunk, they then lose track of each other going their seperate ways. The next day they all congregated by the water cooler and began relating what had happened after they had left the bar.
The first guy said, "Man, I was so drunk last night I went home and blew chunks."
The second guy looked disgusted and said, "Bah, that's nothing. I got so drunk I hopped in my car and drove it off a cliff. I was just lucky I was thrown clear otherwise I wouldn't be standing here. The car is a total loss though."
The third guy looked at the both of them and said, "That's a cake walk compared to what I went through. I went to my apartment and my girlfriend started arguing with me because I came home drunk off my ass. I was so mad I threw a chair at her and knocked a candle off a table into the curtains. The curtains caught fire and burned my whole apartment down. I've lost everything, and my girlfriend h left me. What could be worse then that?"
The first guy just shook his head, "No, no. You don't understand. Chunks is my dog."
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