An English taxidermist was sweating his way through the Australian outback when he came across a bar. He staggered in between the beer swilling locals and in his well educated voice, asked the bartender:
“May I have a gin and tonic, please, my good man?”
One of the locals said 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, replied, – “I'm a taxidermist.”
“Oh yeah? And what's a taxidermist, then?”
“I mount d..d..dead animals.”
“It's alright, cobbers,” – said the local, turning to his mates, – “he's one of us!”
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