Three mice, one from Dallas, one from San Antonio and
one from Houston are sitting at a bar after the
funeral of an Amarillo mouse killed by an eighty year
old lady with a broom, trying to impress each other
about how tough they are.
The Dallas mouse throws down a shot of bourbon, slams
the empty glass onto the bar, turns to the San Antonio
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 San Antonio mouse orders up two shots of tequila,
drinks them down one after the other, slams both
glasses onto the bar, turns to the Dallas 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 Dallas and San Antonio mice then turn to the
Houston mouse. The Houston mouse finishes the beer he
has in front of him, lets out a long belch and says to
the two, "I don't have time for your bull - - - - .
Gotta go home and have sex with the cat."
