The Monk

looder

> The monks graciously accept
>him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries
>to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no
>other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the
>monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you.
>You're not a monk.
>
>The man is disappointed but
>thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years
>later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
>
>The monks again accept him,
>feed him, and even fix his car.
>
>
>
That night, he hears the same
>strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
>
>The next morning, he asks what
>the sound was, but the monks reply,
>
>We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
>
>The man says, All right, all
>right. I'm dying to know.
>
>If the only way I can find out
>what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
>
>The monks reply, you must
>travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there
>are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these
>numbers, you will become a monk.
>
>The man sets about his task.
>Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door
>of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and
>devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you
>had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass
>and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
>
>The monks reply,
>Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk.
>We shall now show you the way
>to the sound.
>
>The monks lead the man to a
>wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
>
>The man reaches for the knob,
>but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key?
>
>
>The monks give him the key, and
>he opens the door.
>
>
>Behind the wooden door is
>another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the
>stone door.
>
>The monks give him the key, and
>he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands
>another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door
>is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went
>until the man had gone through doors of emerald,
>
...... silver, topaz, and amethyst.
>
>
>Finally, the monks say, this is
>the key to the last door.
>
>The man is relieved to no end.
>He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he
>is astonished to f ind the source of that strange sound. It
>is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
>
>








>. .. . But I can't tell you
>what it is because you're not a monk.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> DONT SWEAR AT ME; I'M STILL
>HUNTING FOR THE IDIOT WHO SENT THIS TO ME! !!!!!!!

patmac

>>>Very good>>>> would be better>>> without the>>>

looder

patmac wrote: »

>>>Very good>>>> would be better>>> without the>>>

yea, I know it would, but I just didn't have time to fix it up when I posted it

patmac

looder wrote: »

yea, I know it would, but I just didn't have time to fix it up when I posted it

No worries it's an annoyingly funny joke anyway

Steve_o

looder wrote: »

> The monks graciously accept
>him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries
>to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no
>other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the
>monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you.
>You're not a monk.
>
>The man is disappointed but
>thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years
>later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
>
>The monks again accept him,
>feed him, and even fix his car.
>
>
>
That night, he hears the same
>strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
>
>The next morning, he asks what
>the sound was, but the monks reply,
>
>We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
>
>The man says, All right, all
>right. I'm dying to know.
>
>If the only way I can find out
>what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
>
>The monks reply, you must
>travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there
>are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these
>numbers, you will become a monk.
>
>The man sets about his task.
>Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door
>of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and
>devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you
>had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass
>and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
>
>The monks reply,
>Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk.
>We shall now show you the way
>to the sound.
>
>The monks lead the man to a
>wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
>
>The man reaches for the knob,
>but the door is locked. He asks, May I have the key?
>
>
>The monks give him the key, and
>he opens the door.
>
>
>Behind the wooden door is
>another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the
>stone door.
>
>The monks give him the key, and
>he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands
>another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door
>is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went
>until the man had gone through doors of emerald,
>
...... silver, topaz, and amethyst.
>
>
>Finally, the monks say, this is
>the key to the last door.
>
>The man is relieved to no end.
>He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he
>is astonished to f ind the source of that strange sound. It
>is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
>
>








>. .. . But I can't tell you
>what it is because you're not a monk.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> DONT SWEAR AT ME; I'M STILL
>HUNTING FOR THE IDIOT WHO SENT THIS TO ME! !!!!!!!

*Gets Shotgun*