A bloke gets a job on the oil fields in the Sahara Desert.
The only way to get back and forth to work is by camel, so he buys one.
He's out there for three years, but a job comes up at the oil terminal in Miford Haven, Wales, so he takes it.
He's got quite attached to the camel, so he brings it with him.
Everyday he goes to his new job on the camel, and leaves it tethered to the railings outside the terminal.
One afternoon when he leaves work, he discovers the camel has gone!
He shoots straight round to the local police station to report it missing.
The conversation goes something like this...
Bloke 'I want to report a missing camel'.
Desk Sergeant 'I'll just take some details, what colour is it?'.
Bloke 'Well it's a sort of, er, er, it's like a, er, er, I'm not sure'
Desk Sergeant 'OK, how many humps has it?'.
Bloke 'Two, or is it one, I can't remember, it's either got one, or maybe two.'
Desk Sergeant 'OK. what sex is it?'.
Bloke 'Female'.
Desk Sergeant 'You sure?'
Bloke 'Definate, it's a female!'.
Desk Sergeant 'Hang on a minute, you don't know what colour it is, you don't know how many humps it's got, but you know it's a female?'.
Bloke 'Oh!, I know it's a female, because every morning when I ride it through the council estate, people come to their front doors and say, look at that T**t on that camel'.
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