Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Taxidermist

A guy walks into a bar in Alabama 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 Canada.”

The bartender says, “What do you do in Canada?”

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."


Here's a wholesome story of how a daughter encouraged her mother in a career choice. Enjoy!



  1. I'm glad I'm not from Canada. I wouldn't want to be considered 'one of the boys'.

    From the article - 'some people imagine the act goes further than it does. "That would be gross."' I guess everyone has their limits whatever they might be.

  2. Talk about an unusual mother-daughter bonding opportunity!

  3. And here, I always thought a taxidermist treated skin diseases of rental cars. And it appears that mothers and daughters in New Zealand are a bit different from those I am familiar with here. Wait 'til Rick Santorum hears about THIS!