The French Foreign Legion is a lonely stint, out in the far reaches of no where and a life-long assignment.........

On a dry and sandy outpost in the desert a Company of rough and tough men protected their French territory and fought off marauding bandits, the scortching heat, tolerated the sparse and poor food, the blowing sand, the foul water, the blistering sun, but were having a terrible time dealing with the lack of female companionship.

After several years of sexual starvation, the newest troop asked the Sargeant what the other guys did for satisfaction.  "Well, there's Fred who is our queer, then there's the horse stable. You really don't want to associate with that queer as he's been ostracized from the Company and always gets all the dirty jobs."  "I'll pass on both," said the rookie.

Several more years passed and the troop was back inquiring further: "So, what's the deal with the horse barn, Sarge?"  "Sonny, you got to wait until after midnight when everyone goes to sleep, then you sneek out to the horse barn, put a box behind the horse of your choice, step up on the box and have at it."

That night the Troop slipped out and did his deed.  The next morning the Sergeant asked the Troop how it went.  "Well, I was well satisfied!"  said the Troop.  "Which horse did you bang?" "The one in the back, the brown one."

The Sergeant looked at the floor, shook his head and announced,  "That horse is known as 'Al Franken', boy.  FELLAS, WE GOT ANOTHER QUEER IN THIS HERE OUTFIT!"