A JOKE--And it's just a joke, RELAX!

A traveling salesman was driving along a lonely highway one cold, snowy, December night when, to his misfortune his car broke down. He remembered seeing a Monestary about half a mile back, so he got out, put on his thickest coat and trudged back to the Monestary.
When he got there, he knocked, and one of the Monks opened the door. He explained to them his problem and asked if he could stay the night, then call a mechanic in the morning. They said "Of course" and took him upstairs to the room he would be staying at.
The room was gorgeous, with a huge confortable bed and even a fireplace. The salesman thanked the Monks a dozen times for taking him in.
He fell into a nice, cozy sleep at midnight. But, a couple of hours later, he was awakened by a terrible, blood-curdling scream, coming from the room down the hall.
The salesman jumped out of bed, opened the door, and ran to the room where the scream had come from. He opened the door, and inside the room was a large wooden chest. The scream occured again, and it was coming from the box. But when the salesman went to open the chest, a few Monks rushed into the room and stopped him.
"WHAT is in that box?!" The salesman asked them.
"We can't tell you, for you are not a Monk." They replied.
The salesman begged them to tell him, but they resisted, explaining only Monks could know.
Finally, in the morning, the salesman called a mechanic and was back on the road again.
But as the months went by, it really began bothering him. What was in that box? In fact, it bugged the salesman so much, that a few years later he actually quit his job and became a Monk, all just to know what was in that chest.
Ironically, he was located to the same Monestary he had stayed years before. On his first day there, he asked "Well, I'm a Monk now, can you show me what's in that chest?"
So the Monks took him to the same room that horrible scream had come from and there was the same wooden chest.
He stood by and watched with anxiousness as the Monks unlocked the box, opened the lid, and in the chest, there was...
<SORRY, CAN'T TELL YOU, YOU'RE NOT A MONK>

There's no conversation here.

It's a joke, relax. Don't feel the need to point out the plot holes. Are you referring to the "can't tell you" part? Okay, let me correct it. Can't write it, you're not a Monk. That sounds terrible.

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i thought that it was A Shit joke. tHeres' no punchline. iTs not even funny!!

MOnk I am!

Hey brylcreemandrax.....who asked you? If you don't like the joke, who's making you read it?

I'm gonna write a "good" joke:

-Guess what?















-Chicken but!
hahahahaha



Now wasn't that funny or what?
:smile:

funnier than the first one. at least you told me what.

Talking heads, your joke was interesting.

and i the chicken butt one was interesting as well.

That's my 2 cents on the matter.

And folks, this is the "Just babbling" section - no need to get too critical.


Adios, amigos
Charade I Am
Patrick

Sick joke. It would be funnier had you said that the screaming was coming from the box because inside the box was really a phonograph playing "Careful With That Axe, Eugene"!

If you thought that joke I wrote was smart, look at this one! :smile:


- What did the Spanish priest say to the arabian ginecologist?









-*fart*

Hahahahaha.

This is smarter!

At least my joke was my own and not stolen from a cheap, raunchy comedy on Comedy Central.

Can't I tell a joke without having a bunch of people get onto me about it? If you don't like it, who's strapping you to a chair and forcing you to read it?

Ok. I'm not having a go. I just couldn't find it funny. That's all. There just isn't a punchline that becomes apparent anywhere in the thing. Is all.

Here:

Q/Why is a tumble dryer better than a woman?

A/Because you can dump your load in it without it becoming clingy.

Or:

A man pulls a lovely young chinese woman in a bar. When they get back to his place, after the obligatory cup of coffee and a snog, she asks him what he'd like. He answers that he'd really like a "69". She responds with "for god's sake, you want black bean sauce at this time??"

Or even:

Q/What cost £30,000 and sits on the end of your bed taking the piss (that's being sarcastic to any non UK residents)?

A/A dyalisis machine.


I personally found all of these pretty funny on hearing them, because frankly, they're actually funny, as opposed to a story with a nonsense ending. I'm NOT having a go, but passing on some tips for the next time you get invited to a party.

Cheers Bud,

Mark