Comment #4

rdgrnr — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 22:32:52 GMT

Heh,heh,heh,heh,heh...

Comment #3

jarasan — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 17:10:41 GMT

OMG!

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emilyg — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 17:02:08 GMT

Carbob - heehee

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CARBOB — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 15:29:49 GMT

Funnier than a one arm paper-hanger!!!

Original Blog Entry: The Bell Ringer...

emilyg — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 13:44:20 GMT

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 he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process....

After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.

Just then, an armless man approached him and announced 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, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.

The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment 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,

BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL

There's more .....

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart, 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 honor 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 at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.

'What has happened? Who is this man?' the first monk asked breathlessly.

'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop,

BUT, HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER.

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