[font=Geneva]Three mice are sitting at a bar after the funeral of a Seattle mouse killed by an eighty-year-old lady with a broom, trying to impress each other about how tough they are.
The New York City mouse throws down a shot of bourbon, slams the empty glass onto the bar, turns to the El Paso 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 El Paso mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one after the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the New York City 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 New York City and El Paso mice then turn to the Southern California mouse.
The Southern California [/font][font=Geneva]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 [censored]. Gotta go home and have sex with the cat."[/font]