Prison Philosophy
As the van rolled on, the conversation grew more philosophical.
Benny nodded. “Yeah. Do things honestly, you get punished for mistakes. Do things creatively, you get punished for ambition.”
Charlie smiled softly. “And steal bread long enough, you become consistent.”
They all laughed.
“Maybe prison is just a place for people who didn’t read the fine print,” Benny said.
“Or who trusted computers too much,” Alfred added.
“Or who really liked sandwiches,” Charlie concluded.
The Twist
The van finally slowed as the prison gates came into view—tall, gray, and unforgiving.
Alfred sighed. “I’d double-check my zeros.”
Benny nodded. “I’d hire a better accountant.”
They both looked at Charlie.
He smiled. “I’d steal butter too.”
Moral of the Joke
As the doors opened and the convicts stepped out, Alfred shook his head. “You know what the real joke is?”
“What?” Benny asked.
Charlie chuckled. “Nope. Just victims of math, paperwork, and carbohydrates.”
The guard laughed as he led them inside. “Welcome to prison, gentlemen—where the punishment never fits the crime, but the stories are always good.”
And that, folks, is the joke of the day.