This mouse goes in to a pub and scans the joint for some prospective female company. He sees a female giraffe sitting alone at one end of the bar. He climbs up on a stool, orders himself a whiskey, and tells the bartender he wants to buy the giraffe a drink. Serving her the drink, the bartender tells her it's compliments of the mouse at the other end of the bar. She looks over and gives the mouse a coy little smile. The mouse sidles on down the bar and climbs up on the stool next to the giraffe, and they proceed to get acquainted. After a while, the bartender sees them leave together. The next day, the mouse comes dragging in to the pub, struggles up onto a stool and orders a hair-of-the-dog. The bartender says, "Damn buddy, you look like death warmed over. Not feeling too well?" The mouse says, "Dude, I'm plumb worn out. Remember that cute little giraffe I picked up in here last night? Man, I tell ya, between kissin' and screwin', I musta' ran a hundred miles!"