Joke Of The Day

A man who was born with no arms wished to seek employment.

Fearing nobody would want to hire him with his obvious disability, he thought he'd answer a help wanted sign he saw posted at his church.

He rang the bell at the rectory and when the pastor opened the door he was moved with pity.

He asked, "What can I do for you, my son?"

The man said, “I've come to answer your help wanted ad.”

The pastor became concerned and said that ad is for a bell ringer.

He stammered that he didn't think he'd be able to handle the job.

The man pleaded and said won't you give me a chance so I can show you what I'm capable of? The pastor relented and hired him.

The time came when the church bell had to be rung. The man made his way under the bell, took a running start and threw his body against the bell which resulted in a booming "BONNGGGG!" as soon as the vibrations subsided, he took another running start and threw his body into the other side of the bell with the expected result of "BONNNGG!" and so it went.

Now our armless friend was at the job for several months to the delight of the pastor.

One day the guy was running late and in his haste he ran up to the belfry and got his running leap at the bell without first getting under the bell.

As he ran right off the side of the tower he screamed.

Everyone from within the church filed out and just stared.

Finally somebody said "poor fellow, does anybody knows who he is?"

To which came the answer from someone in the back, "I don't know his name, but his face sure rings a bell."

Bonus Joke:

There was nothing to do but to give the young man a decent funeral and burial. They put him in a borrowed casket and assembled the entire village to pay him homage. They all entered the temple and closed the doors and began the eulogies.

Just after the doors of the temple were closed a stranger came up the road toward the village. Arriving there he was perplexed to see the village apparently deserted. He walked all around peering into doorways and marveling that the entire population of the village seemed to have vanished. After a while he heard muffled sounds coming from the temple so we went to investigate. Finding the doors locked he knocked an usher came out.

"Stranger," the usher said, "The whole village is here for a funeral service. Is there something you need?"

"I was just looking for my brother," the stranger replied. "If anyone in the village has seen him they would know him for he has no arms. Do you know if he has been here?"

"Stranger," the usher replied, "I have some bad news. Your brother, who was a hero to us, was killed in a tragic accident and it is his funeral service we are holding here."

The usher went into the temple and interrupting the eulogies announced to the assembled people the arrival of the stranger at the door. Of course, this stopped the funeral proceedings. After some confusion and explanations to the stranger about all his brother had done, the priest said, "Stranger, it was our intention to honor you brother by allowing him to ring our new bell. I think it only fitting that, in light of all that has happened, you should ring the bell on his behalf."

The stranger agreed and he and the village leaders ascended the stairs to the belfry. "We have not yet been able to purchase a rope long enough to reach the vestibule," said the priest, "but we have our best short rope on the bell." The stranger wrapped the rope around his hand so that he had a good grip and gave a mighty tug. Their best rope broke! The stranger lost his balance, staggered backward and over the parapet to the ground below.

You cannot imagine the stunned surprise; the gasps of disbelief; the wails of agony that ensued. It is just not possible that two such tragedies occur in the same day. After the people had begun to collect their wits the priest said, "You know, in all the excitement of the brother of our hero arriving here, we never did ask his name. Does anyone here recognize this man?" The people lined up as before and looked carefully at the stranger, but no one recognized him. Finally the same old lady as before studied his face intently while leaning on her cane and said, "I can't recall his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother!

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