Two men went on a castle tour where their ancestors are
from. One man (let’s call him Jeff) under his breath, “I think my great grandpa
might have worked here.” A man in ear shot (let’s call him guy #2) said, “I
think my great grandpa was a prisoner here.”
Jeff responded with, “I am being serious. My great grandpa
was a torturer in a dungeon.” Guy #2 (maybe we should call him Steve) said, “My
great grandpa was tortured in a dungeon.”
Jeff and Steve went on talking about dungeon life and
eventually Jeff told Steve (that’s too long of a name; let’s call him Ted) his
favorite story about working in a dungeon.
My grandpa said he had the worst
time torturing this one guy. All he did while chained to the wall, was
complain. How is it that the wall is so cold and it is so hot in here? These
chains are heavy. Do you have to lash my back? How come he gets to leave? Why
are these shackles so tight? Do you have to stick that poker there?
Other times he would ask, could I
torture you? Could I torture one of the other prisoners? Do you lash from the
wrist or from the hips? Does your back hurt after beating us?
One day my great grandpa discussed
with his superior if he could accidently let him escape. They agreed he was so
annoying that they should let him. One night he loosened the chains on the
prisoner and left the dungeon door unlocked so he could leave. The next
morning, he walked in and the prisoner said, “Did you know you forgot to lock
me and the door up? So while you were sleeping I borrowed your keys and locked
up.”
My great grandfather was shocked
and asked, “Why didn’t you leave?”
The prisoner responded, “I could
get tortured here or by my wife. You let me complain.”
Ted said, “I am pretty sure that guy was my grandpa. He
complained a lot.”
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