Have you heard my story about the Finn?
Yeah...Well if you don't know it, you will soon.
Imagine it: One day I am on the Insaoud road.
I stumble across a petroleum engineer with a broken-down Land Rover.
He has a cute chick with him,
a big blonde with dreamy eyes.
a baby's smile...
a real slut. I noticed her right away,
because women are my thing.
It sure beats shoveling, eh?
So with a straight face, I tell the engineer:
"If you want, I can drive your lady to Agdid and call a tow truck."
He actually said yes. So I'm alone with the doll. Isn't that right, Saiid?
It's all true!
Yes, it's true.
It's also fascinating.
Are you going to work at all?
Just wait, it gets better! Doesn't it get better?
Yeah, yeah...
So, soon as we left, I drove with one hand.
And that's when the girl starts putting on airs and graces,
the delicate manners of a fine lady,
on the pretext that Saiid was trying to make a move.
Just then we arrived at the sand dunes.
So, I said to the Finn girl:
"Have you head about the sand roses?"
"No," she said.
So I stopped the truck, and said, "See that sand dune?
Behind it are the most beautiful sand roses in all of Nigeria."
[Chuckles]
Great. She wanted to go see.
Two hours later, Mitch-Mitch and his little chickie are at Iqbul Fri,
raising glasses of Pernod.
Suddenly, the cuckold arrives, and goes straight to her, without saying a word.
He shoots her a look that could kill a buffalo.
Someone told him?
Sand!
Mitch, who always says too much, told him:
"Once you're all set, follow my tracks to Iqbul Fri."
The little engineer had followed our tracks all the way to the dunes.
There was more than enough evidence there.
We might as well have waved our underwear at him.
How did it end?
Done glaring at his tart, he took a swing at the guys.
Mitch blocked the first punch, and told him:
"Don't overplay your hand!"
The husband said nothing?
Well, you know. When some 250 lb. guys say something,
130 lb. guys tend to listen.