A window cleaner goes to a monastery looking for work. The Abbot hires him, telling him to clean all the windows but under no circimstances
is he to clean the top three.
So for years the window cleaner cleans all the windows except the top three until curiosity finally gets the better of him. He puts his ladder up
against the first of the three windows and looks in. He sees 12 monks with their robes up, their members resting on a table and a mouse running
around on the table top.
The window cleaner goes down the ladder moves to the second window, climbs up and looks in. There he sees a beautiful woman and a monk
in bed making love passionately.
He goes down the ladder again and puts it up against the third window. Here he sees a monk tied up, stripped to the waist and being flogged.
This time when he climbs down the ladder he finds the Abbot waiting for him. The window cleaner says, “Look, I know your going to sack me,
but please, at least tell me what is going on up there.”
“Well,” says the Abbot, “in the first window you saw a competition to see which is the lucky monk. Wherever the mouse stops is the lucky monk.
And in the second window you saw a monk with the prize.”
“But what about the third window?” the window cleaner asks.
“Well,” says the Abbot, “that monk was caught with a piece of cheese in his foreskin.”
is he to clean the top three.
So for years the window cleaner cleans all the windows except the top three until curiosity finally gets the better of him. He puts his ladder up
against the first of the three windows and looks in. He sees 12 monks with their robes up, their members resting on a table and a mouse running
around on the table top.
The window cleaner goes down the ladder moves to the second window, climbs up and looks in. There he sees a beautiful woman and a monk
in bed making love passionately.
He goes down the ladder again and puts it up against the third window. Here he sees a monk tied up, stripped to the waist and being flogged.
This time when he climbs down the ladder he finds the Abbot waiting for him. The window cleaner says, “Look, I know your going to sack me,
but please, at least tell me what is going on up there.”
“Well,” says the Abbot, “in the first window you saw a competition to see which is the lucky monk. Wherever the mouse stops is the lucky monk.
And in the second window you saw a monk with the prize.”
“But what about the third window?” the window cleaner asks.
“Well,” says the Abbot, “that monk was caught with a piece of cheese in his foreskin.”
