Wednesday, June 16, 2004

A Joke To End The Day


Way back in the Middle Ages, there was a monastery in need of a bell ringer. The monk posted signs all over the town, and one day a man with no arms came to the monastery to apply for the position. "I'm not one to make sport of someone's disability," said the monk, "but will you be able to do the job?" "Of course," said the armless man. "Take me up to the bell tower and I ll show you."

They walked to the top of the bell tower, and the monk pointed to the smallest bell. "Can you ring that bell?," he asked. The man stepped back, ran forward, and smacked his face into the bell! The bell rang long and clear. "Most impressive," said the monk. "Can you ring this larger bell?" Again, the man stepped back, ran forward, and smacked his face into the bell, and the bell rang perfectly. "We do occasionally use our largest bell would you be able to ring that?" Again, the man stepped back, ran forward, and smacked his face into the bell. Because of its great mass, the bell did not budge. The force of the blow threw the man backwards and out the window, where he fell to his death in the courtyard below.

The monk ran down the stairs and into the courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered, trying to figure out who this hapless person was. A woman in the crowd turned to the monk. "Do you know who this man is?," she asked.

"No," the monk replied. "But his face rings a bell."

BUT WAIT YOU RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT EASY!!!!!!

The monastery was still in need of a bell ringer. Days went by, and there was a knock at the door. The monk opened the door to find a tall, very muscular man. "I'm here for the bell ringer job," said the man. "Well," said the monk, "you certainly appear to be more than qualified but I will have to see you ring the bells, just to be sure."

While walking up the stairs to the bell tower, the monk struck up a conversation. "You know, we had an armless man apply for this position a week ago." "Yes, I know," said the man. "He was my brother." "I'm so sorry," said the monk, as they arrived in the bell tower. "Well," he said, "considering your size and build, we might just as well try you on the largest bell." The man grabbed the rope, braced himself, and gave a mighty heave. The rope snapped, the man stumbled backwards, and fell out the window, meeting the same fate as his brother.

Again, the monk ran down to the courtyard, where the crowd had already gathered, all murmuring and wondering who this man was. "Did you know this man?," asked a nearby child.

"No," replied the monk. "But he's a dead ringer for his brother."

File under Stuff That Don't Fit Anywhere Else.



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