[i]There were once three mice, one from Louisiana, one from Texas and one from
Alabama. They were sitting at a bar after the funeral of an New Mexico
mouse who was killed by an eighty-year-old lady with a broom and trying to
impress each other about how tough they are.

The Louisiana mouse throws down a shot of sour mash, slams the empty glass
onto the bar, turns to his buddies 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 not to be out done orders up two shots of tequila, drinks
them down one after the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the
Louisisana 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 that keeps me going for the
rest of the day."

The Louisina mouse and the Texas mouse then turn to the Alabama mouse,
who finished the beer he has in front of him, lets out a long belch
and says to his buddies: "I don't have time for this bullshit.
I gotta go home and have sex with the cat."
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:lmfao:

Thanks to Caveman for sending this my way

 

:chuckles:

 

:lmfao:


I can imagine what it would be like :awais:

 

hahahahahhhaha