A taxidermist went 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 ain’t from ’round these parts, are ya?” Taxidermist: “No…I’m from Connecticut.” Bartender: “What is it you do up there in Connecticut?” Taxidermist: “Well, I am a taxidermist.” Bartender: “A taxidermist…Hey Al, you ever hear of a taxidermist?” Al: “No, never heard of it.” Bartender: “So Mr. Taxidermist, what is it you do exactly?” Taxidermist: “Well, I mount dead animals.” Bartender: “It’s OK boys–he’s one of us!”.