The Friday Groaner!!!!!!!!!

My good buddy and long-time verbal sparring pal, Paul Thatcher, offers a sequel to his previous offering! I think y'all will get a wonderful longggg groooaaaaaannnn from it!!! I did and I heard it years ago!!!!!! Trust me -- if you hang out with Paul you feel the pain a lot but then he prolly says the same about me! LOL

After the previously described tragedy at Notre Dame Cathedral, the Abbot decided to declare a two-week mourning period for the unfortunate bell ringing applicant. The interviews began anew at the start of the third following week.

One of the applicants was the brother of the luckless fellow who met his demise in the previous interview period. And, as luck would have it (to prove that luck isn't always good), he also was a paraplegic, having lost his legs in a painful thresher accident (which in itself could be another story).

Again, the unbelieving interviewers requested a demonstration. The applicant obliged by dragging himself to the rope, climbing part way up said rope and began swaying until the rope swung far enough for the stubs of his legs to strike the bell, making a sound equal to the clapper (and to the sound made by the deceased applicant two weeks prior). But (and you probably guessed this part), on the second swing, he lost his grip, missed the bell and fell down the same bell tower to his untimely death.

The same scene unfolded, with the gendarmes summoned and the interviewers scurrying as fast as possible down from the bell tower. The inevitable question was asked by the chief investigator, "Does anyone know this man?"

Again, the lead interviewer answered, "I don't know his name, but . . . he's a dead ringer for his brother."

GROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

Happy Blogging!!!!

Kay