Joe, the American, moved to the Middle East.
He had a good job in a bank, lived in a nice bungalow with a nice swimming pool just outside town, and in general enjoyed his new life.
He did not know anything about the local people, though. He would like to get a bit closer to them and their way of life, so he bought himself a camel and rode it to work in the morning and to his home in the evening.
Everything went well for a while, but one morning the camel wasn't there. It had been stolen.
He went to the police to report the matter, hoping they could him get his stolen camel back.
"What was the colour of your camel?", the police officer asked Joe.
"Well, let me think. Grey or brown or green or something. Actually, I haven't really noticed."
"Did it have one or two humps?"
"Well", Joe hesitated. "I haven't really paid attention to that. You know I just threw my saddle over the back and rode it."
"Was it a male or a female camel?", the officer asked in desperation.
"It was a male", came the prompt answer from Joe.
The officer looked at him in amazement. "How come you know the sex of the camel, as you seem to know nothing else about it?"
"Well that's easy", Joe said. "When I ride down high street every day, I see people pointing and hear them say "look at the dick on that camel!!"".
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