Three mice are in a bar, arguing over who's the baddest and hardest. The first one downs his shot of whiskey, slams it
down so hard it shakes the bar, and says: "I'm so bad, I go and get the cheese from the mouse trap, and do push ups with the
bar that snaps down."
The second takes his shot of Scotch and slams it down so hard, the shot glass almost breaks. "Well, I'm so badass,
I mix a bit of rat poison in my coffee each morning so I walk around all day with a permanent buzz."
The third downs his tequila shot, slams it down so hard that it shatters, and says, "I don't need this shit, I
need to go screw the cat."
Belinda is having an affair with the exterminator when one day her husband pulls up early from work. He walks in right
when the exterminator gets into the closet. The man, knowing something's wrong, goes and searches the room. Finally, he finds
the exterminator naked in the closet.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the exterminator."
"What are you doing?"
"I was sent to eliminate you moth problem."
"Where are your clothes?"
To the this, the exterminator looks down and in disbelief, says: "Those little bastards. . ."
