An English explorer wanted to cross the Sahara Desert so he did what very adventurous Englishman does, he went to used camel dealer.

“One hump or two?” The dealer asked, before explaining that he wished to know whether the gentleman preferred a domedary or bactrian camel.

The explorer said he didn’t care what brand it was provided it could cover 300 miles of desert with no fuel stops.

“That’s a tough one, said the dealer 🤔 “I think this one could do the job if you remember to water him and brick him.”

“I’ll take him!” said the Englishman, not wishing to humiliate himself by asking a member of an inferior race what he meant by bricking a camel. So he took the one that was recommended, he watered it and set off across the desert.

He’d gone 250 miles when the camel dropped dead, but somehow he managed to complete his journey (don’t ask me how, I don’t know everything!) and return to his starting point. The first thing he did was confront the camel dealer.

“You told me that camel could do 350 miles without refuelling” he said, “It dropped dead after 250 miles 😠”

“I assume you watered it,” said the dealer, “but did you remember to brick it?”

The explorer, somewhat abashed, confessed that he hadn’t understood what the dealer meant so had just watered the camel and set out on his journey.

“There’s your problem,” said the dealer. “You let the camel drink its fill but hold two bricks either side of his goolies. When he looks like he’s had enough you clap them together. He goes ‘oohh’ and that’s another 50 miles.”