Two Mexicans, Pepe and Pedro, 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 and haze, a tree, off in the distance. As they get closer, they began to make out that the tree was draped with slabs upon slabs of bacon.
There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, juicy nearly-raw bacon, baconof 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 toward 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 wentin a hail of bullets.
Don Pedro quickly dropped down on the sand and called out to hisdying 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."
As they stumbled on, hoping for salvation in the form of an oasis or something similar, they suddenly spied through the heat and haze, a tree, off in the distance. As they get closer, they began to make out that the tree was draped with slabs upon slabs of bacon.
There was smoked bacon, crispy bacon, juicy nearly-raw bacon, baconof 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 toward 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 wentin a hail of bullets.
Don Pedro quickly dropped down on the sand and called out to hisdying 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."
