Three guys travel to Saudi Arabia for a holiday and ride into the desert. They find an oasis and get off their camels. They walk into a tent that they think is the one they rented, but actually

 Three guys travel to Saudi Arabia for a holiday and ride into the desert. They find an oasis and get off their camels. They walk into a tent that they think is the one they rented, but actually, it belongs to a powerful sheikh.

Inside, they find a lavish spread of food, golden decorations, and an enormous, jewel-encrusted chest in the center of the tent. One of them, curious, opens the chest—only to find it's filled with gold coins!

Just then, the tent flap bursts open, and in walks the sheikh, flanked by two enormous guards. "How dare you enter my private tent!" he bellows.

The three men freeze, their faces turning pale. One of them stammers, "Oh! We—we're so sorry! We thought this was our tent!"

The sheikh narrows his eyes. "You think my royal tent, with its silk walls and golden floors, looks like your tourist tent with plastic poles and a 'Made in China' label?"

The men exchange nervous glances. "Uh... well... when you put it like that..."

The sheikh strokes his beard and declares, "For this insult, you must be punished. But I am a fair man. You have two choices: 100 lashes... or one punishment based on your greatest vice!"

The first man gulps and says, "Well… my biggest vice is drinking."

The sheikh claps his hands, and a servant appears with 100 bottles of the strongest local liquor. "You must drink all of this in one night. If you survive, you are free to go."

The second man wipes his brow. "My vice is gambling."

The sheikh grins. "Very well! You must win three consecutive games against my champion chess player—or face the lashes!"

The third man, sweating profusely, shifts uncomfortably.

The sheikh turns to him. "And what is YOUR greatest vice?"

The man stammers, "Uh… women."

The sheikh claps his hands again. "Then you shall be taken to my royal harem for one night!"

The other two stare at him, shocked. "Wait a minute—how is that a punishment?"

The sheikh smirks. "Ah, because my harem consists of my 80-year-old grandmothers, and they haven't seen a man in decades."

The third guy's face turns ghostly white.

The first guy, already six bottles deep, slurs, "I'll take the lashes!"