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| Want to hear a dry joke? A desert. |
It was a bright sunny day when Bob broke into Frank's door and asked, "Hey, Frank, where can I get rare guitar merchandise? I want to impress my girlfriend."
"In the Middle East, of course!" Bob replied.
"The Middle East? Is that where the sand people live at?"
"Oh yes, over there, you'll find rare guitar merchandise."
"Is it worth going there?"
"Oh yeah, it's so hot!"
"Do you know the way?"
"Yes."
"Then take me there as quickly as possible, before my girlfriend comes over tonight, so I can impress her. She digs guitar stuff."
So, Bob and Frank were on a private plane headed to Qatar when a bird hit the plane's engine causing turbulence. The plane was out of control, so the two boys jumped out of the plane with parachutes. And they finally landed in the desert.
"Well, we're here," said Frank.
Frustrated, Bob asked, "So, where are we exactly?"
"Qatar."
"You took me to Qatar!"
"I thought you said you want rare Qatar stuff?"
"Not that kind of 'Qatar' stuff!"
For hours they were lost in the desert and desperate for water.
Knowing they are just hours away from certain death, they see a group of three tents in the distance. They stagger towards the tents, realizing that this may be their last hope.
Entering the first tent, they see an Arab trader and Frank gasps: "Water, water...!"
The trader replies, "I'm sorry my friend, I've only got mixed fruit here."
"What?! Mixed fruit?" says the thirsty man.
"Yeah, just mixed fruit, sorry," replies the trader. "Try next door."
The boys enter the next tent, and again Frank gasps: "Water, water...!"
The trader inside replies, "I'm terribly sorry, but I've only got jelly."
"What? I don't believe this," says Frank.
"Yeah, just loads of jelly. There might be water in the last tent, you could try there," suggests the trader.
Reaching the last tent they crawled in. "Water, water...!" gasps Frank.
The trader immediately looks apologetic, and says, "I'm sorry, I've only got custard here."
The thirsty boys are now distraught. "Forget you and your tents," says Frank. "That was useless!"
Together with his friend, he staggers back into the desert.
A little later, Frank turns to Bob and says, "Back there with the tents, that was a bit weird wasn't it?"
"Yes," says Bob, "it was a trifle bazaar."
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