3 mice

Three mice are sitting at a bar after the funeral of a North Carolina

mouse, who was killed by an 80-year-old lady with a broom. They are

trying to impress each other with how tough they each are.

The Arkansas mouse throws down a shot of brandy, slams the empty glass down on the bar, turns to the Texas mouse and says, "When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set it off with my foot. When the bar

comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it twenty times to work

up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese."

The Texas mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one

after the other, slams both glasses down on the bar, turns to the Arkansas mouse

and replies, "Oh yeah? When I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can,

take it home, grind it up to a powder, and add it to my coffee each

morning so I can get a good buzz going for the rest of the day."

They both turn to the Wisconsin mouse. The Wisconsin mouse finishes the

beer he has in front of him, lets out a long sigh and says to the two, "I

don't have time for this bullshit. I gotta go home and have sex with the cat."