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Two mexicans, a father and son, are walking in the desert. Stranded, for days they have been without water. In the massive heat of the third day, they look up to a hill in the distance, and to their delight they spot a tree on the hill.
"Look man, eeets a tree!" said the son to the father. "There must be waater there!"
"Hey son, less check eet out," replied the father.
So they set off in the direction of the tree. Hours pass as they trudge through the opressive heat of the desert. For miles they walk, until suddenly they are at the base of the tree upon which the hill stands. They both, with eager desire for water, look up to the tree.
"Hey son," said the father, "that look like a bacon tree!"
"Whadda you talkin aboot man, eet can't be a bacon tree! Thessa no such thing! Essa mirage!"
"Son, essa bacon tree! Lets check eet out!"
Fueled by unimaginable thirst the two run up the hill toward the bacon tree. Being the younger of the two, the son quickly outpaces the father and is the first to reach the bacon tree. As he approaches the bacon tree, suddenly a machine gun opens up from between the leaves, cutting down the son in his prime. Broken and bleeding, the son drags himself back down the hill to his father. With his dying breath he cries a desperate warning.
"Look out dad, ees not a bacon tree! Essa.... Essa...
Ha... I figured there was a reason they're Mexican.
If you think Mathammer doesn't work and dice cannot be predicted, there's a whole field of mathematics called probability that would like to disagree.
Racist jokes are ALWAYS funny!
Originally Posted by Brett on Quidditch[ 1500pt. Chaos List, C&C! ]
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