In
days of old, when knights were bold, this particular knight was leaving for the
crusades and called one of his squires.

"I'm
leaving for the crusades. I'm entrusting you with the key to my wife's chastity
belt. If, in 10 years, I haven't returned, you may use the key."

The
knight sets out on the dusty road, armored from head to toe, and takes one last
look at his castle.

He
sees the squire rushing across the drawbridge, yelling, "Stop! Stop! Sire. Thank
goodness I was able to catch you. This is the wrong key."