Years ago I heard a joke about a young man who wanted to join an order of monasticism which allowed no talking with the exception that every five years he would be allowed to speka two words. The young man was fully cognizant of what life without speech would involve so he joined.
After his first five years had passed, the monk in charge of the monastery summoned the young man to his office. He was told that his fifth year anniversary was up and he would be allowed to say two words. Silently the young man thought for several minutes then said aloud "bed hard." With that he returned to his cell and duties for another five years.
Eventually he was again summoned to the chief monks office. Once again he was informed that another five years had passed and he was granted permission to speak two more words. Again, the young man thought for a few moments then said, "food bad." Again, he was told to return to his cell and his duties.
Time passed and finally after 15 long years he was summoned to the office. The monk in charge told him that he had now been in the order for 15 years and he was again allowed to speak two words. Without hesitation the man replied "I quit." The head monk replied, "you might as well quit, all you've done since the day you arrived is complain."
Although this joke has a certain irreverence about it I still think it is funny. Perhaps I need to do some soul-searching. Anyway a friend sent me another irreverent monkish joke, but this time in video. I think it is a riot. I don't know when I'll stop laughing. (Do I need to go to confession?)
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