A guy joins a monastery and takes a vow of silence: he's allowed to say
two words every seven years. After the first seven years, the elders
bring him in and ask for his two words. "Cold floors," he says. They
nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him back in
and ask for his two words. He clears his throats and says, "Bad food."
They nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him in
for his two words. "I quit," he says. "That's not surprising," the
elders say. "You've done nothing but complain since you got here."
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