The strange sound

Started by Orcs, 21 October 2014, 01:33:23 AM

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Orcs

 A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" 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. 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 noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, 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 traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth."v The monks reply, "Congratulations. You are now 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 right behind that door." The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, "Real funny. 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 demands 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. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.
       
      Finally, the monks say, "This is the last 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 amazed to find the source of that strange sound.
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     But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
The cynics are right nine times out of ten. -Mencken, H. L.

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Leon

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Techno

Fell for it !! ;D ;D ;D
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Ithoriel

An oldie but still a goodie :)

I'll reply with:

A man joins a very strict Trappist order and Father Abbot tells him,"We take our vows of silence so seriously that monks can only speak once a year. Each year they may address two words to the Abbot at the appointed time."

The following year he comes to the Abbot and says,"Porridge cold" and from then on his porridge is warm every morning.

The next year he says,"Bed hard" and his bed is furnished with a softer mattress.

The third year he says,"Cell draughty" and the door to his cell is fitted with a draught excluder.

Finally on the fourth anniversary he says,"I can't take this any longer, I'm not cut out to be a monk after all, I quit!"

"Praise God!,"says Father Abbot,"you've done nothing but whine since you arrived!"
There are 100 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who can work from incomplete data

Techno


FierceKitty

I remember telling this joke in halting Afrikaans as my oral exam in 1976!
I don't drink coffee to wake up. I wake up to drink coffee.

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