Rabbit walks into a bar. "Beer and a whiskey chaser. Got anything to eat?". Barkeep: "We can do you a toasted sandwich." Rabbit: "OK, make that a cheese toastie."
The rabbit drinks his drinks and eats his toastie. "Ah, that's better. Same again, and I'll have another toastie too". Barkeep: "All out of cheese, ham do?" Rabbit: "Yeah, sure, whatever."
The drinks come, the toastie comes. Again, the rabbit drinks his drinks and eats his food. Suddenly with a gut wenching gasp the rabbit puts his hands to his throat and falls backwards off his barstool. The barkeep rushes around the end of bar and kneels next to the rabbit.
"Are you OK?"
"No", the rabbit gasps, "I'm done for."
"What is it, is there anything I can do?"
"Nope, I'm a goner. I should have known better."
"What was it?"
With his last gasp the rabbit says, "Mixin' m' toasties."
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