Yay! I love a good sense of humor. Sexier than a six-pack. Here goes my fav joke of all time:
The Hunchback of Notre Dame fell from his bell tower and died. The Abbot put out a notice looking for a replacement. The very next day a guy came in and said, “Hey Abbot, I’m the Quasimodo’s brother, let me ring the bell, you don’t even have to pay me, I feel like it’s kind of my duty.” He even looks just like his brother. So the Abbot hires him. The very next day, the guy falls off the tower and dies too. All the crowd’s gathered around him and the Abbot realizes he never even got his name. The constable asks him, “Abbot, who was this man?” And the Abbot says,
“I don’t know, but he’s a dead ringer for his brother.”
So the Abbot puts out another notice for another bellringer and the next day another guys shows up, in a wheelchair. He’s got no arms and no legs, and he says “Abbot I really really need this job. You don’t have to pay me, just give me food and board.” The Abbot says, “How do you expect to ring the bell like that?” And the guy shows him that he can grab the clapper in his teeth and ring it beautifully. The Abbot hires him. The next day (surprise!) he falls off the bell and dies. This time the constable asks the Abbot again, “Who was this man, Abbot?” And the the Abbot replies,
“I don’t know, but his face sure rings a bell.”
Thank you! Try the veal! I’ll be here all week!