From the South . . .

A guy walks into a bar in Arkansas and orders a white wine.

All the hillbillies sitting around the bar look up, expecting to
see some pitiful Yankee from the north.

The bartender says, "You ain't from around here, are ya?"

The guy says, "No, I'm from Nebraska."

The bartender says, "What do you do in Nebraska?"

The guy says, "I'm a taxidermist."

The bartender says, "A taxidermist? What in tarnation
is a taxidermist? Do you drive a taxi?"

"No, a taxidermist doesn't drive a taxi. I mount animals."

The bartender grins and hollers, "It's okay boys. He's one of us!"