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Flying Scottiedog · 26-02-2010

Two Mexicans were lost in the desert crawling mile after weary mile
when one looks up and see's an oasis with a difference
as it had a Bacon Tree growing in the centre.
Unknown to the Mexicans it was protected by twenty thousand desert dwellers with guns.
One Mexican say's look food and water let us go and get fed, He manages to get to his feet and starts to run towards the oasis only to have all of the desert dwellers shoot him and with his dying breath he shouts to his friend "Go back, it's a HAMBUSH".

**Gern** · 26-02-2010

Shall we get his coat for him?!

Gern

**tonyb6000** · 26-02-2010

If we were in a desert with a gun and you told this joke, I'd shoot you. Try this:

The French Foreign Legion is marching through the desert, as they are wont to do. Unfortunately, their navigation leaves something to be desired. By the time they realise how lost they are, their water supplies are all but exhausted. Deciding their best chance of survival is to keep walking straight in the direction of the coast (many miles away) and hope to hit civilisation, they ration their water as well as they are able. Despite their best efforts, the precious supplies dry up far too soon.

Marching along in the beating afternoon sun, the men become dehydrated and irritable. One cries out "Tents! Up ahead", but this is dismissed as a mirage. After a few minutes, the regiment realises that it is, in fact, not a mirage, but a small gathering of tents in the middle of the desert! They run to it, the hope of water providing extra strength even through their exhaustion.

Reaching the shade of the tents, they discover it's a small produce market. They cry out in joy "We made it!" Approaching the nearest stall, they observe it sells puddings.

"Have you any water?" they ask.
"No, I have no water. I sell only these puddings of sponge. With jam, sometimes cream."
"You're out in the desert and you have no water?" they ask, incredulous.
"Clearly you have no water, yet I do not question your decision. I sell puddings" he waves his hand across the stall.

Somewhat stunned, they move onto the next stall.

"Have you any water?"
"No. I sell many puddings with sponge, jam, and custard." Glancing down in dismay, they see that he also is selling these strange sweet dishes.
"Never mind" they say, and carry on into the market.

After several minutes, they have approached every stall. Not one of them has any water, and each one sells these puddings. Puddings, nothing but puddings. Baffled and thoroughly demoralised, they realise there is no help for them here and resume marching.

As the tents shrink in the distance behind, one soldier among them turns to his companion and remarks "well, that was a trifle bazaar."