A young guy decides to join the Foreign Legion.
He goes to France, applies, is accepted, trained and posted.
To a god forsaken little fort in the Sahara. For 2 years, hundreds of kilometers from anything.
Fancying himself to be quite a lady's man, he's dismayed at this and asks a fellow Legionnaire what they do for sex.
The other told him that there is a Bedouin caravan that passes every 3 months and that his luck was out, they'd just left that morning.
"So there are women in the caravan?" the new guy asked.
"No" replied the other soldier "but they have lots of camels. They're better than nothing."
"I'll never get that desperate" declared the new guy confidently.
Three long months of deprivation later everyone in the fort is now gagging for a root.
A radio call comes in from a recon patrol that the caravan has been sighted on the horizon.
Suddenly, guys start running out of every building, heading out the gate toward the as yet invisible caravan.
Mystified at this, the new guy grabs one guy by the arm and asks him WTF.
"We're going out to pick our camel for the night" was his reply.
"What the fuck," says the new guy in amazement, "they're only camels."
"Maybe" replied the other guy heading for the gate again, "but you don't want to end up with an ugly one do ya?"