The thread story itself reminded me of one of my favourite jokes
In the 1930s, a guy joins the French Foreign Legion.
He's stationed in the middle of the desert in Algeria. After about 6 months there, he approaches his Sargent and says, "You know, I've been here 6 months and I was wondering . . . What do we do for female companionship?"
The Sarge replies, "About every 8 months a wild herd of camels passes through the area. That is when we get our pleasure."
Disgusted, the man walks away. But sure enough, two more months in, he can't stand it anymore. So he resolves himself to try it.
One night a guard on the sentry wall of the fort suddenly screams, "Allez, allez! Zere they are!" Sure enough, there was a heard of about 2000 camels on the ridge, bathed in moonlight.
The front gates burst open, and 300 soldiers burst out and start running at the herd. But they aren't just running; they are tripping each other and throwing punches to see who can get there first.
The man, taking up the rear, catches up to his Sargent and grabs him by the shoulder. "Why are we running so fast? There are thousands of camels down there, and we're only 300 guys!"
The Sarge replies, "Yes, but you don't want to get an ugly one, do you?"