There are two Quebecois hunters who have been lost in the woods for
weeks and they're at death's door.
As they stumble on, hoping for some form of salvation or something
similar, they suddenly spot, through the brush, a peculiar looking
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, Jacques" says the first hunter
"Dat's a bacon tree!!! We're saved!!!"
"You're right, mon ami!" says Henri. So Jacques 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's the sound of machine gun fire,
and he is shot down in a hail of bullets.
His friend quickly drops down on the forest floor and calls across to
the dying Jacques.
"Jacques!! Jacques!! Que ce qui se passe?"
With his dying breath Jacuqes calls out...
"Ugh, run, mon ami, run!! Dat's not a Bacon Tree!"
"Dat's......"
Dat' s a
Ham bush"
weeks and they're at death's door.
As they stumble on, hoping for some form of salvation or something
similar, they suddenly spot, through the brush, a peculiar looking
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, Jacques" says the first hunter
"Dat's a bacon tree!!! We're saved!!!"
"You're right, mon ami!" says Henri. So Jacques 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's the sound of machine gun fire,
and he is shot down in a hail of bullets.
His friend quickly drops down on the forest floor and calls across to
the dying Jacques.
"Jacques!! Jacques!! Que ce qui se passe?"
With his dying breath Jacuqes calls out...
"Ugh, run, mon ami, run!! Dat's not a Bacon Tree!"
"Dat's......"
Dat' s a
Ham bush"
