Dad: “A monk joined a monastery and was told that he'd have to spend the first 20 years of training in complete silence and only able to say a single sentence once every three years. So he went to his room and noticed that the window wouldn’t shut properly, letting in a big draft all the time. So after 3 years of keeping the vow, he was summoned before the Abbot and asked if he had anything to say. To which, he replied, "My window won’t shut properly; could you please fix it?" So they fixed the window, but there was still a huge draft from it. Three more years went by when he was again summoned before the Abbot. "Well, do you have anything to say now," the monk was asked. "My window still lets a draft through.” was the answer. After three more years the Abbot summoned him once more and asked if he'd like to speak. "I don’t think I’m cut out to be a monk!" he replied. "Well, I'm not surprised," replied the Abbott. "You've done nothing but complain since you arrived.”
(Pause.)
Luke: “…what I don’t get about that joke is, right… they should have just got a piece paper and…” (Slowly tapers out.)
(Pause.)
“You really don’t get humour sometimes, do you?”
YES. That’s really the best I can offer right now. Psychology and English exams are in 8 days; French, 11 and Media is somewhere there in the distant future.
Goodnight. (:
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