This joke a girlfriend just sent me :
A young man joins a monastery and is put to work with other young monks making copies of ancient documents of canon law.
He likes the work,but notices that he and the other monks aren’t working from the original papers but are all making copies of copies.Realising that any parts of the originals that were copied wrongly in the first place are just being repeated,he mentions this to the Abott.
‘ Good point’,says the Abott.’I’ll go and fetch the originals from the cellar so that they can all be checked’,
The Abott goes down to the cellar but doesn’t return.
After a long time,the young monk goes to check on him,fearing that he’s been taken ill.
He finds the Abott in floods of tears,bloody and bruised where he’s been banging his head against the stone wall.
‘Whatever’s wrong?’ asks the young monk.
The Abott shouts –
CELEBRATE !
THE WORD WAS ACTUALLY MEANT TO BE CELEBRATE !
WE MISSED THE BLOODY R !!!!
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