A recruit was posted to a desert outpost of the French Foreign Legion. After a month, he felt a bit antsy. He asked the sergeant, “What do you guys do for sex here?’
The sergeant replied, “See the hill up there? And the flock of camels we keep there? Well, every first day of the month, the captain will line us up here and we race up the hill and have our way with the camels.”
“Urgg, that’s sick. I’ll go without.” But by the end of the month, the recruit really couldn’t stand it any more and on the first day of the next month, he lined up with the rest of the company. Off went the starting signal and the men sprinted up the hill. Half way up the hill, the recruit turned around and asked the guy running next to him, “Exactly (puff, puff) how many camels we (puff puff) have up there?”
“Oh, around (pant pant) 400”, was the reply.
“And how many (puff, pant) of us are there?”
“200 (puff, pant)”
“Now hold on a darn minute (pant, pant, pant), if there are more camels than us, why are we running like mad?”
“Yeah, (pant, puff) but who wants the ugly ones?”