GhostWriter16
Deity
I'm posting this because some people (Myself included) think its hillarious, and some people think its dumb. Feel free to vote:
*****
There was once a vicious storm, a very very vicious storm. Tropical storm force winds were blowing, and the roads began to flood, and it was becoming difficult to drive. A man was caught driving in this storm when he sees a monastery. Not wishing to drive in this weather, he asks the monks if he can spend the night, which the monks willingly and courteously agree, giving him room and board.
During the night, the man hears strange noises, so he asks the monks what it is. "We can't tell you, because you're not a monk" they say. He decides not to press the issue and goes back to sleep. The next morning, he is on his way.
Two years later, the man passes the same monastery during an even more intense storm. So he asks the monks if he can stay at the monastery again. The monks willingly let him stay and give him the same room.
But during the night, the man hears strange noises again. So he asks what they are. "We can't tell you, because you're not a monk" they say.
The man is simply going mad by this point, so he says "Alright, I just have to know, how do I become a monk?"
"Its simple, but its not easy," one of the monks said. "Just count every blade of grass and every grain of sand on the earth. When you come back with those numbers, you shall be a monk, and you shall learn the sound you so desire to know.
The man spends 40 years traveling the Earth counting, and then, now elderly and with little time until his death, the man returns, now needing a cane to even stand, but still desperate as ever to know what the sound is. "I counted every grain of sand and every blade of grass on the planet" he said.
"So, what did you come up with?" The monks asked.
"Well, I counted ten trillion, one hundred twenty three billion, six hundred forty-five million, eight hundred ninety-nine thousand, five hundred seven grains of sand."
"Very good" one of the monks says, "And the blades of grass?'
"Two trillion, forty-five billion, four-hundred and one million, five hundred forty-three thousand, two-hundred twelve blades of grass" the man says.
"Very good," the monks say. "You are now a monk. Come this way, and we will show you the sound."
The man is taken to a door, and, with difficulty, he opens it, seeing another door.
He opens that door, and sees another.
He opens that door, and sees another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Finally, he sees a door saying "The last door."
So, with a great struggle, he finally opens the door, and he gasps in amazement as he sees the glorious source of the sound.
But I can't really tell you what it is, as you are not a monk.
that was fun, I enjoyed laughing at you for reading that whole thing, but chances are you laughed too, at least I did when my cousin told me.
So, what did you guys think? Funny?
*****
There was once a vicious storm, a very very vicious storm. Tropical storm force winds were blowing, and the roads began to flood, and it was becoming difficult to drive. A man was caught driving in this storm when he sees a monastery. Not wishing to drive in this weather, he asks the monks if he can spend the night, which the monks willingly and courteously agree, giving him room and board.
During the night, the man hears strange noises, so he asks the monks what it is. "We can't tell you, because you're not a monk" they say. He decides not to press the issue and goes back to sleep. The next morning, he is on his way.
Two years later, the man passes the same monastery during an even more intense storm. So he asks the monks if he can stay at the monastery again. The monks willingly let him stay and give him the same room.
But during the night, the man hears strange noises again. So he asks what they are. "We can't tell you, because you're not a monk" they say.
The man is simply going mad by this point, so he says "Alright, I just have to know, how do I become a monk?"
"Its simple, but its not easy," one of the monks said. "Just count every blade of grass and every grain of sand on the earth. When you come back with those numbers, you shall be a monk, and you shall learn the sound you so desire to know.
The man spends 40 years traveling the Earth counting, and then, now elderly and with little time until his death, the man returns, now needing a cane to even stand, but still desperate as ever to know what the sound is. "I counted every grain of sand and every blade of grass on the planet" he said.
"So, what did you come up with?" The monks asked.
"Well, I counted ten trillion, one hundred twenty three billion, six hundred forty-five million, eight hundred ninety-nine thousand, five hundred seven grains of sand."
"Very good" one of the monks says, "And the blades of grass?'
"Two trillion, forty-five billion, four-hundred and one million, five hundred forty-three thousand, two-hundred twelve blades of grass" the man says.
"Very good," the monks say. "You are now a monk. Come this way, and we will show you the sound."
The man is taken to a door, and, with difficulty, he opens it, seeing another door.
He opens that door, and sees another.
He opens that door, and sees another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Finally, he sees a door saying "The last door."
So, with a great struggle, he finally opens the door, and he gasps in amazement as he sees the glorious source of the sound.
But I can't really tell you what it is, as you are not a monk.

So, what did you guys think? Funny?
