Long Island duck

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A woman came to the supermarket, went over to the butcher counter, and announced her desire to buy a Long Island duck.

The butcher oblingingly went to the back room and came out with a fine-looking-duck.

The woman stuck her finger up the duck's bum and announced: "I'm sorry, this won't do. This is a Maine duck."

The butcher raised his eyebrows, but soon returned with another duck.

"O", pronounced the woman, her finger up the second duck's bum, "this duck is from Minnesota."

Barely restraining, the butcher fetched a third duck.

"Now this", said the woman, smiling after the same inspection, "this is a Long Island duck. Thank you so much."

She was about to leave when she turned back to the counter and asked, "say, you're new here, aren't you? Where are you from?"

The butcher pulled down his pants, turned around and said: "You tell me lady!"