God’s going to get me for this one, but I can’t
Lost on a rainy Friday night, a priest stumbles into a
monastery and requests shelter there. Fortunately, he’s
just in time for dinner and was treated to the best fish
and chips he’s ever had.
After dinner, he goes into the kitchen to thank the chefs.
He is met by two brothers, “Hello, I’m Brother Michael, and
this is Brother Francis.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you. I just wanted to thank you
for a wonderful dinner. The fish and chips were the best I’ve
ever tasted. Out of curiosity, who cooked what?”
Brother Charles replied, “Well, I’m the fish friar.”
Father turns to the other brother and says, “Then you must be….”
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m the chipmonk…”