German Monks

So, I've told you guys a few stories of our dearly unbeloved platoon sergeant. He's the insane exaggerator/liar. Usually, one his stories will start out believable then all of a sudden, it takes a turn thats puts my colleagues and I into a state of utter bewilderment. Then sometimes, as in the following case, they get even more ridiculous. Well, here is the story of the German Monks. I will just call him and his friend, Fred and Tom, for simplicity's sake.

Fred and Tom hear of an island on the Rhine river that you can take a ferry to and meet some German Monks. (See, this sounds totally believable.) So, on their next weekend they get tickets for the ferry and explore the German Monks' castle. What Fred and Tom didn't know until they found out the hard way was that the ferry they took was the last one of the day and they wouldn't be able to get back to the mainland until morning. (It gets better, much much better.) So they have to spend the night with these German Monks in their castle in the middle of the Rhine river. Well it turns out that these monks, as monks have been known to do, brew their own beer. Fred and Tom get to try the beer and claim that it was the strongest beer known to man. So, Fred and Tom get nice and drunk and listen to the monks tell their stories. And, as it turns out, all of the monks combined know how to speak every languange the world has ever known. That is every language past and present (and probably future).

This is a very good example of how one of his stories starts out honest and sane but then the story hits that certain point where you wonder how this man sleeps at night and how his wife can put up with him.