Speaking of thirst...
A man is lost in the desert and slowly dying of thirst. To his amazement, he stumbles across three market stalls set up in the middle of nowhere.
He crawls up to the first one. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the first stallholder, "I sell nothing but jelly and custard."
He crawls up to the second stall. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the second stallholder, "I sell nothing but cream and sponge."
The man crawls up to the third stall. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the third stallholder, "I sell nothing but hundreds and thousands."
"I can't believe none of you has any water," says the man.
"I know," says the third stallholder, "it's a trifle bazaar."
A man is lost in the desert and slowly dying of thirst. To his amazement, he stumbles across three market stalls set up in the middle of nowhere.
He crawls up to the first one. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the first stallholder, "I sell nothing but jelly and custard."
He crawls up to the second stall. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the second stallholder, "I sell nothing but cream and sponge."
The man crawls up to the third stall. "Water, water! Give me water!" he cries.
"I'm sorry," says the third stallholder, "I sell nothing but hundreds and thousands."
"I can't believe none of you has any water," says the man.
"I know," says the third stallholder, "it's a trifle bazaar."