**Two Mexicans, who had been lost in the desert for weeks, were at
death's door. As they stumbled on, hoping for salvation in the form of
an oasis or something similar, they suddenly spied through the heat &
haze, a tree, off in the distance.
As they get closer, they began to make out that the tree was draped with
rasher upon rasher of bacon. There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, juicy
nearly-raw bacon, bacon of all sorts
"Hey, Pepe," cried Don Pedro, "ees a bacon tree! We are saved!"
"You're right, amigo!" said Pepe as he went on ahead and running up to
the tree, salivating at the prospect of food.
When he got to within five feet of the tree, the sound of machine gun
fire erupted and down he went in a hail of bullets.
Don Pedro quickly dropped down on the sand and called out to his dying
friend, "Pepe! Pepe! Que pasa hombre?"
With his dying breath, Pepe called out, "Run amigo, run! Ees not a bacon
tree. Ees a ham bush!!!!."
death's door. As they stumbled on, hoping for salvation in the form of
an oasis or something similar, they suddenly spied through the heat &
haze, a tree, off in the distance.
As they get closer, they began to make out that the tree was draped with
rasher upon rasher of bacon. There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, juicy
nearly-raw bacon, bacon of all sorts
"Hey, Pepe," cried Don Pedro, "ees a bacon tree! We are saved!"
"You're right, amigo!" said Pepe as he went on ahead and running up to
the tree, salivating at the prospect of food.
When he got to within five feet of the tree, the sound of machine gun
fire erupted and down he went in a hail of bullets.
Don Pedro quickly dropped down on the sand and called out to his dying
friend, "Pepe! Pepe! Que pasa hombre?"
With his dying breath, Pepe called out, "Run amigo, run! Ees not a bacon
tree. Ees a ham bush!!!!."