Two Irishmen are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden.......
'Hey Paddy, do you smell what I smell. It's bacon - I'm sure of it.'
'Yes, Mick, it smells like bacon to me.'
So, with renewed strength, they struggle up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon.
There's raw bacon, dripping with moisture, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon... every imaginable kind of cured pig meat.
'Paddy, paddy we're saved. It is a bacon tree.'
'Mick, are you sure it's not a mirage? We are in the desert, don't forget.'
'Paddy, when did you ever hear of a mirage that smell like bacon? It's no mirage, it's a bacon tree.'
And, with that, Mick races towards the tree. He gets to within five metres, Paddy following closely behind, when, all of a sudden, a machine gun opens up and Mick is cut down in his tracks. It is clear he is mortally wounded but, a true friend that he is, he manages to warn Paddy with his dying breath.
'Paddy... go back man, you was right it's not a bacon tree.'
'Mick, Mick ... what the **** is it?'
'Paddy... its not a bacon tree...
it's...
it's...
it's...
it's a Ham Bush.'

that's a goody Thanks