French Foreign Legion (this is an old joke, but may be new to some of you). Eight months in the desert. Private goes to the Sergeant and asks what everyone does for fun, ahem. Sergeant says there's a camel in the tent just up the hill. Private goes. Ten minutes later the tent walls are flappin, and there's a braying coming from inside the tent. The Private leaves the tent and is met by the whole platoon of Legionaires. They start cheering and applauding. The Private blushes and explains that the Sergeant had told him the camel was in the tent. Another Private say, "Yes, but usually we just ride him into town."