Join Date: May 2004
Location: In the woods, GA, USA
Three mice are sitting at a bar after the funeral of an Illinois mouse, killed by an
80-year-old lady with a broom, trying to impress each other about how much
tougher they are.
The Oklahoma mouse throws down a shot of bourbon, slams the empty glass
onto the bar, turns to the Iowa 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 Missouri mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one
after the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the Oklahoma 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 Texas mouse.
The Texas 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 bullpoo. Gotta go home and
have sex with the cat."
Gray haired bikers don't get that way from pure luck.