Daniel san
15-06-2001, 22:45
This story is in two parts - the first is a really old joke -
but it's followed with a really nice twist which may just start your day with a smile................
Subject: Two Die or Not(re) Two Die............
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame
sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was
needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews
personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he
had decided to call it a day. Just then, an armless man
approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the
bell ringer's job.
The bishop was incredulous: "You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe!" And he began striking the
bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the
carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had
finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man
tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his
death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the
street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure,
drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them
asked: "Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied -
"But his face rings a bell!"
WAIT! WAIT! There's more .. . ..
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist,
the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre
Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am
the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death
from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life
by allowing me to replace him in this duty.".
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the
armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the
first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around,
and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second
tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, but........................
He's a DEAD RINGER for his brother.........
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Dan
www.puresx.co.uk
Do not take offence to anything I might say, I am completely mad. So jus chill de feck oooot, ok!
but it's followed with a really nice twist which may just start your day with a smile................
Subject: Two Die or Not(re) Two Die............
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame
sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was
needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews
personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he
had decided to call it a day. Just then, an armless man
approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the
bell ringer's job.
The bishop was incredulous: "You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe!" And he began striking the
bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the
carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had
finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man
tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his
death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the
street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure,
drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them
asked: "Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied -
"But his face rings a bell!"
WAIT! WAIT! There's more .. . ..
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist,
the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre
Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am
the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death
from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life
by allowing me to replace him in this duty.".
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the
armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the
first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around,
and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second
tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, but........................
He's a DEAD RINGER for his brother.........
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Dan
www.puresx.co.uk
Do not take offence to anything I might say, I am completely mad. So jus chill de feck oooot, ok!