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!"
ℓ☺ℓz....what type of rule is this? I really pity bro paul oo
Hahah....Exactly what i expected him to say.Who wouldn't be fed up?
This is not a good rule at all.it is a wicked rule infact.i laugh out loud to this one
Quote from: Becky02 on Sep 07, 2012, 03:47 PM
ℓ☺ℓz....what type of rule is this? I really pity bro paul oo
It is a very bad rule....So bad
NT THEM SABI THEIR TYPE OF RULE, AM NOT A MONK, SO I DONT THINK I WILL EVER GET MYSELF INTO A SITUATION LIKE THIS
Quote from: Becky02 on Sep 07, 2012, 03:47 PM
ℓ☺ℓz....what type of rule is this? I really pity bro paul oo
Insane rule is what i call it.They are usually from insane people