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.  o  _   From the Desk of Greg Sears AREA: F-UNNY
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. T> III                     Page: 05

                   The (Not So) Well Dressed Traveler

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          /______\          A traveler became lost in the desert region
         (________)         of Algeria.  Realizing his only chance for
         | /_  _\ |         survival was to find civilization, he began
         | |o  o| |         walking.  Time passed, and he became thirsty.
         | | _\ | |         More time passed, and he began feeling faint.
         | | _  | |         Reduced to crawling, he was on the verge of
         | |.__.| |         passing out when he spied a tent about 500
        /  |-..-|  \        meters in front of him.  Barely conscious, he
       /   |    |   \       reached the tent and called out, "Water...".
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    |  .-'        '-.  |    A bedouin appeared in the tent       .-----.
    `"`              `"`    door and replied sympathetically,   (,:' .:')
                            "I am sorry, sir, but I have no      \ .:' /
  water.  However, would you like to buy a tie?"   With this,     \'_./
  he brandished a collection of exquisite silken neckwear.        /'::\
                                                                 /':. '\
  "You fool," gasped the man.  "I'm dying!  I need water!"      |:. ':. |
                                                                | ':. ':|
  "Well, sir," replied the bedouin, "If you really need         |:. ':. |
  water, there is a tent about 2 kilometers south of here       | ':. ':|
  where you can get some."                                      |:. ':. |
                                                                | ':. ':|
  Without knowing how, the man summoned sufficient strength     |:. ':. |
  to drag his parched body the distance to the second tent.     | ':. ':|
  With his last ounce of strength he tugged at the door of      |:. ':. |
  the tent and collapsed.                                       | ':. ':|
                                                                |:. ':. |
  Another bedouin, dressed in a costly tuxedo, appeared at      | ':. ':|
  the door and enquired, "May I help you sir?"                  |:. ':. |
                                                                | ':. ':|
  "Water..." was the feeble reply.                              |:. ':. |
                                                                \ ':. ':/
  "Oh, sir," replied the bedouin, "I'm sorry, but you            \  ':./
  can't come in here without a tie!"                       jgs    '---`

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