Date:         Fri, 20 Jun 2003 19:50:13 -0600
Reply-To:     Bob Stevens <mtbiker62@HOTMAIL.COM>
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From:         Bob Stevens <mtbiker62@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject:      was cats and campers; now mice too
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After attending the funeral of a Texas mouse killed by an eighty year old
lady with a broom, three mice, one from Minnesota, one from Iowa and one
from Wisconsin, are sitting at a bar trying to impress each other with how
tough they are.

The Minnesota 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 Iowa mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one after
the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the Minnesota 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."

The Minnesota mouse and the Iowa mouse then 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."