A man was feeling very depressed. He walked into a bar and ordered a triple scotch whiskey. AS the bartender poured him the drink he remarked, Thats quite a heavey drink. Is something wrong?

After quickly downing his drink, the man replied, I got home today and found my wife in bed with my best friend.

Wow, exclaimed the bartender as he poured the man a second triple scotch, No wonder you needed a stiff drink. This ones on the house. As the man finished the second scotch, the bartender asked him, So what did you do?

I walked over to my wife, the man replied, looked her straight in the eye, and told her ethat we were through. I told her to pack her stuff and to get the hell out.

That makes sense, said the bartender, but what about your best friend?

I walked over to him, looked him right in the eye, and said, Bad dog!