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Familiarity with a certain troop of singing rodents may be necessary in order to fully appreciate this one. Just sayin'... One winter night in Canada, a moose, a beaver, a fox and a chipmunk walk into their neighborhood bar. The moose says, "I'll have a six-pack of Antler Ale." The bartender pulled one out from under the bar, opened the bottles and emptied them into a bucket, then placed it on the bar in front of the moose. "Thanks, Dave," the moose said, dipped his muzzle into the bucket and began to drink. "No problem, Max." The bartender turned to the beaver. "What about you, Bobby?" "Well, I think I'd like a Logjam, please." "Hmm, never heard of that one." "It's a Maple Fashion—I just love the taste of maple, it's my favorite wood—with a pair of cinnamon sticks." The bartender mixed one up and set it in front of the toothy rodent. "Thank you, Dave." "No problem. How about you, Reynard?" the bartender asked the fox. "I've had nothing but mice all day; I need a little something fresh and fruity. How about an appletini?" The bartender put it together in a flash and served the thirsty customer. At last, the bartender turned to the chipmunk. "Alvin?" The chipmunk didn't answer. "Alvin??" The striped little rodent still didn't say anything. "AL-VIIIN!" "O-kay, Dave!"  |
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