An English taxidermist is sweating his way through the Australian outback when he comes across a bar. He staggers in between the beer swilling locals and in his well educated voice asks the bartender, "May I have a gin and tonic, please, my good man." One of the locals says 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, replies, "I'm a taxidermist." "Oh yeah? And what's a taxidermist then?" "I mount d..d..dead animals." "It's alright, cobbers," says the local, turning to his mates, "He's one of us!"