#63

When George was sent to prison, he knew how important it was to fit in. He took time to work out how to bond with other hardened inmates.

Friday was party night! No booze, but prisoners raised alcohol-free spirits by exchanging jokes. Most inmates were ‘lifers’ and knew every joke backwards... so each joke was assigned a number.

“47!” called an arsonist. Tumultuous laughter ensued. “35!” yelled a murderer, raising the roof.

Emboldened, George shouted out “63!” Absolute silence! Timidly, George asked his cellmate why joke #63 fell flat.

“63? Terrific joke!... but it depends how you tell it!”