A stranger walks into a bar deep in the Ozarks of Arkansas and orders a Miller 64 beer.
All the hillbillies sitting around the bar look up, expecting to see some pitiful Yankee from the north.
The bartender says, "Not Moonshine? You ain't from around here, are ya?"
The guy says, "No, I'm from Northern Wisconsin ."
The bartender says, "What do you do in Wisconsin ?"
The guy says, "I'm a taxidermist."
The bartender says, "A taxidermist? What in tarnation is a taxidermist? Do you drive a taxi?"
"No", says the guy from Wisconsin. "A taxidermist doesn't drive a taxi. I mount animals."
The bartender grins and hollers, "It's okay men! He's one of us."
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