There were three city mice sitting at a bar. The first mouse takes ashot of tequilla, slams the glass on the table and says, „I’m the toughest mouse in this city. I’m so tough that I walk throughout the house collecting mouse poison, return to my nest and grind up the pellets with my morning coffee — just for an extra jolt to start off each day.“The mice look at each other. The second mouse slams his whiskey –throws his glass on the floor and says, „I’m the toughest mouse in this city. I’m so tough that I go up to the trap outside my nest, I trip the lever and make the trap flip in the air, I catch the bar on its way down, bench press it a few times, twirl it over and over with my feet — then I toss it to the floor, and take the cheese for breakfast. It’s all part of my morning routine.“The third mouse looks at the other two. Bored with the conversation, he sets down his glass of beer and says…“I’ve had enough of you two. I’m going to go home and screw the cat!“
