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, Yall



aint 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: Its OK boys–hes one of us!.