Two Mexicans have been lost in the desert for weeks. At death’s door, they see a tree in the distance. As they get nearer, they see that it’s draped with rasher upon rasher of bacon; crispy bacon; life giving, nearly raw, juicy bacon. “Hey Pepe’, says the first Mexican, ‘ees a bacon tree! We’re saved!”
So Pepe goes on ahead and runs up to the tree. As he gets to within five feet, he’s gunned down in a hail of bullets.
His friend drops down on the sand and calls out to his dying friend. “Pepe! Pepe! Que pasa hombre?” With his dying breath, Pepe calls out “Ugh, run, amigo, run, ees not a bacon tree! Ees a ham bush!”