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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 skills, 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, 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 and when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure; drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only a 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'

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 who 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, 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..'

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its 5.25 am and I left my glasses at home when I came to work last night and I just squinted and strained to read that looooong joke, you bastard!! :lol: :D
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