A British Taxidermist was traveling in the Australian Outback while on holiday to study the animals there. He came across a small town and, decidedly thirsty, entered the only pub. He navigated his way through a room full of raucous, rowdy Aussies and parked himself at the bar next to a big, mean looking Aussie.
"What'll it be , Mate?" The bartender asked.
"A pink gin, please," replied the Brit.
All conversation stopped.
"What in the bloody 'ell" asked the big Aussie next to him, "Is a pink gin? Some kind of Pommy- poofter- sissy drink?"
"It's gin with a dash of Angostura bitters" answered the Brit.
"Sounds like some kind of Pommy- poofter- sissy drink only a Pommy- poofter- sissy who have to me. Is that what you are?"
"No, old chap, I'm not."
"Well I say you're a Pommy- poofter- sissy!"
"I'm not. I'm a Taxidermist."
"And what the bloody 'ell does a 'Taxidermist' do, you bleedin' Pommy- poofter- sissy?"
"I mount dead animals, sir."
"Wha- You What?!?"
"I said I mount dead animals."
The big Aussie thought about this for a moment. Then he turned to his mates, raised his Guiness and anounced "It's all right Cobbers- he's one of us!"
"What'll it be , Mate?" The bartender asked.
"A pink gin, please," replied the Brit.
All conversation stopped.
"What in the bloody 'ell" asked the big Aussie next to him, "Is a pink gin? Some kind of Pommy- poofter- sissy drink?"
"It's gin with a dash of Angostura bitters" answered the Brit.
"Sounds like some kind of Pommy- poofter- sissy drink only a Pommy- poofter- sissy who have to me. Is that what you are?"
"No, old chap, I'm not."
"Well I say you're a Pommy- poofter- sissy!"
"I'm not. I'm a Taxidermist."
"And what the bloody 'ell does a 'Taxidermist' do, you bleedin' Pommy- poofter- sissy?"
"I mount dead animals, sir."
"Wha- You What?!?"
"I said I mount dead animals."
The big Aussie thought about this for a moment. Then he turned to his mates, raised his Guiness and anounced "It's all right Cobbers- he's one of us!"
