jokes
A man's car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful old
> monastery. He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door. A
> monk answered, listened to the man's story and graciously invited him
> to spend the night.
>
> The monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to
sleep.
> The
> man thanked the monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a
> strange and beautiful sound.
>
> The next morning, as the monks were repairing his car, he asked about
> the
> sound that had woke him.
>
> "We're sorry," the monks said. "We can't tell you about the sound.
> You're not a monk."
>
> The man was disappointed, but eager to be gone, so he thanked the
> monks for their kindness and went on his way. During quiet moments
> afterward,
> the man pondered the source of the alluring sound. Several years
later
> the man
> happened to be driving in the same area. He stopped at the monastery
> on a
> whim and asked admittance. He explained to the monks that he had so
> enjoyed
> his previous stay, he wondered if he might be permitted to spend
> another night under their peaceful roof. The monks agreed, and so the
> man stayed with them again.
>
> Late that night, he heard the strange beautiful sound. The following
> morning he begged the monks to explain the sound. The monks gave him
> the same answer
> as before.
>
> "We're sorry. We can't tell you about the sound. You're not a monk."
>
> By now the man's curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to
give
> up
> everything and become a monk, for that was the only way he could
learn
> about
> the sound. He informed the monks of his decision and began the long
and
> arduous task of becoming a monk. Seventeen years later, the man was
> finally established as a true member of the order.
>
> When the celebration ended, he humbly went to the leader of the order
> and
> asked to be told the source of the sound.
>
> Silently, the old monk led the new monk to a huge wooden door. He
> opened the door with a golden key. That door swung open to reveal a
> second door of silver, then a third of gold and so on until they had
> passed through twelve doors, each more magnificent than the last. The
> new monk's face was awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld the
> wondrous source of the beautiful mysterious sound he had heard so
many
> years before..........
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> But, I can't tell you what it was. You're not a monk.
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One of the British national daily newspapers is asking readers "what
it
> means to be British?" Some of the emails are hilarious but this is
one
> from a chap in Switzerland ...
>
> "Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a
> Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a
> Turkish
> kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American
shows
> on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of
> anything foreign ".
>
> "Quote of the Year"
>
> "You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white
> guy,the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is
> Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the
U.S.
> of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most
> powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon.
>
> Need I say more?"
