A young man was wandering, lost, in a forest when he came upon a small house. Knocking on the door he was greeted by an ancient Chinese man with a long, gray beard. “I’m lost,” said the man. “Can you put me up for the night?”
“Certainly,” the Chinese man said, “but on one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”
“OK,” said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old as well, and entered the house. Before dinner, the daughter came down the stairs. She was young, beautiful and had a fantastic figure. She was obviously attracted to the young man as she couldn’t keep her eyes off him during the meal – it didn’t hurt his chances that he was the first man she had seen besides her father in years. Remembering the old man’s warning he ignored her and went up to bed alone. But during the night he could bear it no longer and snuck into her room for a night of passion. He was careful to keep everything quiet so the old man wouldn’t hear and, near dawn, he crept back to his room, exhausted but happy.
He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a large rock on his chest. The old man was standing over him “First Chinese torture test: Large rock on chest.”
“Well, that’s pretty crappy,” he thought. “If that’s the best the old man can do then I don’t have much to worry about.”
He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window and threw the boulder out. As he did so the old man smiled softly, “Second Chinese torture test: Rock tied to left testicle.”
In a panic, he glanced down and saw the line that was already getting close to taut. Figuring a few broken bones were better than castration, he jumped out of the window after the boulder.
As he plummeted downward the old man leaned out the window with a large grin, “Third Chinese torture test: Right testicle tied to bedpost.”