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A mouse is putting down a few stiff ones at the local pub one evening and since his best girl left him, he's feeling rather horny. Unfortunately the only female in the place is a giraffe, but she does look pretty good. In fact, as the mouse drains his glass he realises she look very good so he asks the barkeep to pour her a drink.
She smiles, he winks and next thing you know they're sitting right next to each other. The bartender goes about his business and after a while notices that both the mouse and the giraffe have left. About an hour or two later he sees the mouse coming back into the bar - his little tail is all curly-cued, one ear is flopped over and he generally looks like heck.
"What happened to you?", the barkeep inquires.
"Well", says the mouse, "you saw me leave with that giraffe, didn't you?"
The bartender nodded.
"Well," continued the mouse. "Between the 'Kiss me, Fuck me, Kiss me, Fuck me', I must have ran 20 miles!"
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