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."

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Having been born in Cheeseland, I can appreciate that joke. However, I'm disturbed by your hatred of Minnesotans.

.... and away we go .....!

Oh sure, laugh. But when you put Iowans in concentration camps I'll tell everyone that I saw it coming.

Well, uh...um, I donno...but if there's a need for the camps, then perhaps you're right. Won't be me doing it however, since you're already on-site, it's all up to you.

Hmm, there's a thought. I've always wanted to be an evil dictator.

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