A depressed man walked into a bar and ordered a triple Scotch whiskey. As the bartender poured him the drink he remarked,
"That's quite a heavy drink. Is something wrong?"
After downing his drink, the man replied, "I got home and found my wife in bed with my best friend."
"Wow," exclaimed the bartender, as he poured the man a second drink. "No wonder you needed such a stiff drink. This one's on
the house."
As the man finished the second Scotch, the bartender asked, "So, what did you do?"
"Well, I walked over to my wife, looked her straight in the eye and told her we were through." The man continued, "Then, I told her to
pack her stuff and to get the hell out."
"Good for you," said the bartender, "but what about your best friend?"
"I walked over to him, looked him right in the eye, and said, 'Bad dog!'"