Mouseover
A mouse was sitting in a bar having a drink when a beautiful giraffe came in and sat down at the end of the bar. The mouse looked over at her and ordered her a drink. Soon he had moved down beside her and ordered her another drink. After a third round, the bartender looked up and they were leaving the bar together.
The next day the mouse limped into the bar, barely crawled up on the barstool and sat there gasping for air. His whiskers were bent and broken, tail was crooked and patches of hair were falling out.
The bartender wandered over and asked, “How did it go last night?”
The mouse said, “Man, that was the best sex I ever had!”
The bartender smiled. “Well, you sure look the worse for wear!”
“No kidding,” the mouse replied. “Between the kissing and the foreplay, I must have run 10 miles!”
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