A MAN walks into a bar in the American Deep South and orders a white wine. All at once, the hillbillies sitting around the bar stop chatting and look up from their beer and whiskey.
The bartender says: “You ain’t from around here, are ya?”
“No, I’m from Canada,” the man replies.
“Canada!” the bartender snorts. “And what do you do in Canada?”
“I’m a taxidermist,” the man says.
The bartender says: “A taxidermist?
What in the hell is a taxidermist? Do you drive a taxi or sumthin’?”
“No,” the Canadian replies. “I don’t drive a taxi, I mount animals.”
The bartender grins and hollers: “It’s okay boys, he’s one of us!”