The land cruiser arrived and the passengers went inside the giant tent which was filled with cakes, pies, cookies, torts, a sundae bar, a crepe station, vats of puddings, and all manner of decadent treats. Everyone grabbed a plate and silverware and tucked in--all but John, who approached the driver.
"Um, excuse me. This isn't quite what I was expecting. I thought we were going dune buggying and checking out camels and shit like that."
"Oh, no, sir. You're thinking of the desert safari. This is the dessert safari."
At about the same time, an identical land cruiser ripping through the sand dunes nearly rolled over and a hefty German passenger with strudel on the brain soiled himself. It was not the outing he thought he'd signed up for.
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