The Camel ......
A commandant came to a French Foreign Legion post to inspect the troops and
stay for a while. After an extensive tour of the grounds, the commandant
noticed a tent at the far edge of the camp and asked, "What is housed there
captain?"
After stumbling on the words, the captain nervously replied, "Well, sir, you
know how it is here--no women--life commitment to the post...well, ah, well,
um, er, that is ......" "Well what is it captain?" "Well, sir, the men have,
well, they have ..a..a..a...camel in there....and...they, well they you know
they take the camel and they ......" "Stop right there, captain, I've heard
enough - I don't want to hear any more about it. Such things going on in a
legion's post!"
As time went by--one week, two weeks, a month, the commandant naturally began
feeling the need for company. After he could take it no longer, the
commandant approached the captain asking "Captain, do the troops still have
that tent at camp's edge?"
Shocked, the captain replied, "Yes, commandant." "May I set up a time? How
about this evening?" Yes, of course, commandant--I will arrange everything."
In the early morning hours, the commandant spotted the tent and entered. He
saw a camel with a stool at its side. He positioned the stool, dropped his
drawers and began banging the animal madly.
The captain, worried about the commandant after not seeing him for so long,
made his way to the tent and entered thinking something was wrong. On seeing
what was going on the captain said politely, "Wouldn't it be easier,
commandant, to just ride it into town to meet the women like the other men
do?"