At a remote monastery deep in the woods, the monks followed a rigid vow of silence. This vow could only be broken once a year on Christmas, by one monk, and the monk could speak only one sentence.
One Christmas, Brother Thomas had his turn to speak and said, "I love the delightful mashed potatoes we have every year with the Christmas roast!" Then he sat down. Silence ensued for 365 days.
The next Christmas, Brother Michael got his turn, and said, "I think the mashed potatoes are lumpy and I truly despise them!" Once again, silence ensued for 365 days.
The following Christmas, Brother Paul rose and said, "I am fed up with this constant bickering!"
He is right now.That is what it is.Lovely joke from you.It is constant brickering trully.I agree with him.
Brother paul has pointed out the right thing.I am in full support of what he said.He makes big sense.He rocks.
this one has broken a larger amount of the vow.he should try to stop cussing,n and then he could change.