I absolutely can't contain myself anymore and I want to share the BEST joke I've ever been told. Now, do be warned that it's long, but that it's important to read all of it, so feel free to ignore this if you don't like long reads.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way; the riddle.
Once, there was a man, who went by the name of Oscar. He had lived in a tiny buddhist village all his life, and for as long as he could remember, he has heard strange noises coming from the temple every night, at the same time, without fail.
Now, Oscar was a curious child, as many children are, and so he marched up the stairs and stood before the ornate, hulking door of the monastery, and he mustered all his courage, giving the door a resounding knock. Not long after, an ancient man opened the door, introducing himself to the child and asking why he has come to their temple.
Oscar explained that he's heard strange noises, and that he wanted to know what was making the sound.
The old man simply shook his head, telling Oscar that he could not tell him, because he was not a monk, and that he could not become a monk, because he was too young.
Frustrated, Oscar returned home, and he tried to forget about the noises he heard, but he found that he could not. So, as he grew, so too did his curiosity, and one day, when he was grown and was in the market selling food, he decided that he had gone long enough without knowing what was making those noises, and began the trek up the stairs and to that familiar doorway, so immaculate in every tiny detail it possessed.
Oscar knocked once more, and another ancient man opened the door. Certain in his choices, Oscar told him that he wished to become a monk.
The monk nodded his head, and explained what he would have to do. He had to perform several tasks, and not one of them was a small feat. For his first task, Oscar was to count every petal that fell from the branches of an ancient peach tree. The second: he had to count every star in the sky, no matter how dimly it shone. Finally, he was tasked with counting the grains of sand on the monastery's sacred beach.
When it was all said and done, counting the petals of the peach tree took him eleven years, and he found that eleven thousand, four hundred fifty-one petals fall from the branches of the tree every time it flowers.
Counting the stars took him seventeen years, and he counted four thousand seven hundred eighty-one.
Finally, counting the grains of sand on the sacred beach took twenty-seven years, and his final count was seventeen million, two hundred sixty-three thousand, eight hundred eleven.
His tasks complete, and having taken many years from his life, he made his final trek up the massive flight of stairs to the monastery, and knocked on the door. A new face greeted him, and recognized him immediately. He announced what he had done, and was welcomed in as a monk.
Having completed his goal, he finally learned what had made those strange noises so long ago, and would you like to know what it was?
I can't tell you, you're not a monk.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way; the riddle.
Once, there was a man, who went by the name of Oscar. He had lived in a tiny buddhist village all his life, and for as long as he could remember, he has heard strange noises coming from the temple every night, at the same time, without fail.
Now, Oscar was a curious child, as many children are, and so he marched up the stairs and stood before the ornate, hulking door of the monastery, and he mustered all his courage, giving the door a resounding knock. Not long after, an ancient man opened the door, introducing himself to the child and asking why he has come to their temple.
Oscar explained that he's heard strange noises, and that he wanted to know what was making the sound.
The old man simply shook his head, telling Oscar that he could not tell him, because he was not a monk, and that he could not become a monk, because he was too young.
Frustrated, Oscar returned home, and he tried to forget about the noises he heard, but he found that he could not. So, as he grew, so too did his curiosity, and one day, when he was grown and was in the market selling food, he decided that he had gone long enough without knowing what was making those noises, and began the trek up the stairs and to that familiar doorway, so immaculate in every tiny detail it possessed.
Oscar knocked once more, and another ancient man opened the door. Certain in his choices, Oscar told him that he wished to become a monk.
The monk nodded his head, and explained what he would have to do. He had to perform several tasks, and not one of them was a small feat. For his first task, Oscar was to count every petal that fell from the branches of an ancient peach tree. The second: he had to count every star in the sky, no matter how dimly it shone. Finally, he was tasked with counting the grains of sand on the monastery's sacred beach.
When it was all said and done, counting the petals of the peach tree took him eleven years, and he found that eleven thousand, four hundred fifty-one petals fall from the branches of the tree every time it flowers.
Counting the stars took him seventeen years, and he counted four thousand seven hundred eighty-one.
Finally, counting the grains of sand on the sacred beach took twenty-seven years, and his final count was seventeen million, two hundred sixty-three thousand, eight hundred eleven.
His tasks complete, and having taken many years from his life, he made his final trek up the massive flight of stairs to the monastery, and knocked on the door. A new face greeted him, and recognized him immediately. He announced what he had done, and was welcomed in as a monk.
Having completed his goal, he finally learned what had made those strange noises so long ago, and would you like to know what it was?
I can't tell you, you're not a monk.
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