OT - a story of the desert

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>A man is stranded in the desert and has not eaten or drunk anything for
>nearly 36 hours. He is about to die. Amazingly, as he stumbles through
>the sand, he comes to three market stalls. The man (half-thinking he
>must be hallucinating) approaches the first stall and demands, "I need
>water, sell me some water."
>"Sorry, Sir," replies the stall owner, "I only sell custard."
>The man, visibly taken aback, goes up to the second stall and again asks
>for water.
>"I'm afraid I only sell sponge cake and cream," replies the second stall
>owner.
>The man turns in disbelief to the final stall and begs, "please, I need
>water now or I'll die."
>"Sorry Sir, I only sell hundreds and thousands," replies the final stall
>owner.
>His fatigue momentarily forgotten the man demands, "You mean to tell me
>that the three of you all own market stalls in the middle of the desert
>and none of you sell water?"
>"I know, Sir," says the first stall owner, "it's a trifle bazaar."

> Good one Bruce, there is a certain following here who love these
> 'jokes' lol

>Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were vacationing in Europe... as it
>happens, near Transylvania . They were driving in a rental car along
>a rather deserted highway. It was late and raining very hard. Bob
>could barely see the road in front of the car. Suddenly the car skids
>out of control! Bob attempts to control the car, but to no avail! The
>car swerves and smashes into a tree.
>Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks
>over at the passenger seat and sees his wife unconscious, with her
>head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knows
>he has to get her medical assistance.
>Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road.
>After a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards the light,
>which is coming from a large, old house. He approaches the door and
>knocks.
>A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately
>blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've
>been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can
>I please use your phone?"
>"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone. My
>master is a doctor; come in and I will get him!"
>Bob brings his wife in.
>An older man comes down the stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may
>have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist..
>However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a
>basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them
>down to the laboratory."
>With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs, with Bob
>following closely. Igor places Betty on a table in the lab. Bob
>collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor places Bob on
>an adjoining table.
>After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried. "Things are
>serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work
>feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more.
>The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the
>steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is
>here that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a
>stirring, almost haunting melody fills the house.
>Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch
>movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch, keeping
>time to the haunting piano music.. Stunned, he watches as Bob's arm
>begins to rise, marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty and
>Bob both sit up straight!
>Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the
>conservatory.
>He bursts in and shouts to his master:
>"Master, Master! .....
>The Hills are alive with the sound of music!"
>(I am soooooo sorry...... But you really should've seen that one
>coming)
>J (r,d,h!)

> You can't rdh far enough, fast enough, smack !