The Mad Bull’s Blog, Version 3

So last night I went up by Stephan with Doctor D for a few drinks. While I was there. I heard a cool joke. Here it is…

A young man joined the army and, after his training period, he was posted to the Saudi Arabian Desert. When he joined up with his unit, he was briefed by the Captain.

When the Captain finished addressing the soldiers, they ‘fell out’, but the new recruit remained behind. “Er… Captain, begging your pardon, sir, but I would like to ask you a question.” The Captain said “What is it, Private?”. The soldier asked “Sir, I couldn’t help noticing, but there are hardly any women out here! What do you all do when the urge for a woman overpowers you?”. The Captain replied “Oh, thats easy, private. When we get horny and we have to get our rocks off, we use the camel!”. The Private started, and his face blanched. “You use the camel, sir?”. The captain continued, as though he hadn’t noticed the soldier’s reaction. “Yes, private. When you can’t stand it any longer, you come and see me. I’ll set you right.”. With that, the captain walked off.

Some months later, the soldier was peeling potatoes when he said to himself “I cannot take it any longer. I simply cannot! I am going to see the captain. After all, he must have been joking when he told me about the camel.”. The soldier went to the captain and mentioned his problem. The captain said “Follow me” and led the soldier to the shed where the camel was kept. He led the man into the camel’s stall, gave him the reins and said “Here you go.”, and off he went leaving the soldier with the camel.

The captain returned to his office, which was right beside the camel’s stall. He sat down to do some paperwork, but after a short while he heard the camel making a racket, moving round and around in the shed! He tried to ignore it and continue with his work, but the noise continued, and eventually it started louder. Finally, the camel let out a loud, awful noise, and the captain decided that he had better check and see what was going on. He returned to the shed and pushed open the shed door, and was confronted by the sight of the private kotched up rather precariously on a stool behind the camel! He had lifted the camel’s tail and was busy plunging himself in and out of the camel’s butt!

He was so engrossed in his exertions that he didn’t even notice that the captain had returned. “Private! What the DEVIL do you think you’re doing?” thundered the captain. The private jumped, then replied “Why, I am just using the camel like you suggested, sir.” The Captain replied “I meant that you were to use the camel to ride into town to the whorehouse there, you idiot!”.

By the way, I went up to Mamacita’s house on Monday. While I was there, the postman delivered the National Geographic Magazine, which Sixty Five had always subscribed to when he was alive.

M’Buthelezi took it up and started reading it. Apparently this issue covered Saudi Arabia, or something… Suddenly M’Buthelezi exclaimed! I asked her what had happened, and she replied “Make a guess as to what camels are worth!”. I told her that I had no idea. She went on to tell me that a sheik who bred camels was offered one million dollars for his prize camel! I asked her “So he sold it?”. She replied “No!!! He refused the money!”. I was just as surprised as she was. I said to her “Rass, they should have offered me that amount for the camel… hell, I’d have let them have it for fifty bucks, so you done know!

Now I’ve started to wonder though…. Just what was this here camel prized for? I mean, ONE MILLION DOLLARS??! I wonder if the sheik had the same idea as that fool-fool private to rass?

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