A taxidermist
is on vacation down south. He is feeling
a little thirsty and decides
to have a few drinks at the
nearest tavern. Upon entering the tavern,
the conversation
stops and all eyes turn to him.
Feeling a little uneasy,
he makes his way to the bar to
order a beer. The bartender serves him
and says, “Ya’ll
ain’t from ’round these parts, is ya?”
Guy: “No…I
am from Connecticut.”
Bartender: “What is it you do up there in Connecticut?”
Guy: “Well, I am a taxidermist.”
Bartender: “A taxidermist…Hey Al, you ever hear of a taxi-
dermist?”
Al: “No, never heard of it.”
Bartender: “So Mr. Taxidermist, what is it you do exactly?”
Guy: “Well, I mount dead animals.”
Bartender: “It’s OK boys–he’s one of us!”.