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 skill, 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 tohis 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

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"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 of this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.

"What has happened? Who is the man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but..."

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(.......It's worth it.......)





HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER"...

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Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

-R.D. Laing

Badum-che

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Originally posted by Elana14: i would love a dong like that!

Aaaaaaah its so bad its so funny

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Sweet irony...

old newz

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We used to do this at BSA summer camps many many years ago. Very old, but still brilliant

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I don't get the second part