The English Taxidermist

An English taxidermist is sweating his way through the Australian outback when he comes across a bar. He staggers in between the beer-swilling locals and, in his well-educated voice, asks the bartender, "May I have a gin and tonic, please, my good man."

One of the locals says to his mates, "Geez, cobbers, what kind of a fucking man's drink is that?"

Then, turning to the Englishman, "Hey! You! Yes you, you fucking Pom! Gin and fucking tonic ... are you some fucking kind of a poofter or something?"

"Ac...actually," the Englishman, terrified, replies, "I'm a taxidermist."

"Oh yeah? And what's a taxidermist then?"

"I mount d..d..dead animals."

"It's alright, cobbers," says the local, turning to his mates. "He's one of us!"