Two mexicans lost in the dessert
There are two Mexicans who have been lost in the dessert for weeks and they are at deaths door. As they stumble on, hoping for salvation in the form of an oasis or something similar, they suddenly spy, though the heat haze, a tree off in the distance.
As they get closer they can see that the tree is draped with rasher upon rasher of bacon. There's smoked bacon, crispy bacon, life giving juicy nearly raw bacon, all sorts.
"Hey, Pepe", says the first bloke, "Ees a bacon tree! We're saved!".
"You're right amigo!", says Pepe. So Pepe goes on ahead and runs up to the tree salivating at the prospect of food. But as he gets to within five feet of the tree there is the sound of machine gun fire and he is shot down in a hail of bullets.
His friend quickly drops down on the sand and calls across to the dying Pepe.
"Pepe! Pepe! Que pasa, hombre?"
With his dying breath, Pepe calls out, "Ugh, run, amigo, run! Ees not a bacon tree! Ees a...Ees a..."
"Yes, Pepe? Ees a what..?"
"Ees... a... ham bush!"