Two illegal immigrants are crossing the border in the desert southwest.
They have not eaten in days and are ravenous.
All of a sudden...
“Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell? Ees bacon, I is sure of eet.”
“Si, Luis, eet smells like bacon to meee.”
So with renewed strength, they struggle off up the next hill, and there, in the distance, is a tree, just loaded with bacon. There's raw bacon, dripping with moisture… fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon.
“Pepe, Pepe - we ees saved - eees a bacon tree!”
“Luis, are sure ees not a meerage? We ees in the desert, don' forget.”
“Pepe, when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell of bacon? Ees no meerage - ees a bacon tree.”
And with that, Luis races towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres - Pepe following closely behind - when all of a sudden, a shot rings out, and Luis falls down in his tracks. It is clear he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn Pepe with his dying breath.
“Pepe, go back man - you was right, ees not a bacon tree.”
“Luis, Luis, mi amigo… what ees eet?”
“Pepe, ees not a bacon tree… ees ...
... ees ...
... ees a Ham Bush!”