Because their horns don't work.
The friar puts a sign outside that said ‘bell ringer wanted, tryouts Saturday morning’
Saturday morning rolls around, and there were three people lined up out front of the church waiting to try to ring the bell. A tall, muscular man, a skinnier, frail man, and an average sized man.
The friar took them all up one at a time and handed them the hammer to hit the church bells with.
The muscular man grabbed the hammer in one hand, slammed it into the bell, and nearly shattered both with the force behind the swing. The friar said that they’ll have to keep looking.
The frail man could barley pick up the hammer. He swung it pitifully, and managed to ting the bell. The friar just shook his head and chuckled, thanking the man for coming.
The average sized man refused the hammer. Before the friar could question it, the man reared his head back and slammed it into the bell, producing a ring of such pure tone and quality it brought a tear to the friar’s eye. While he was wiping the tear from his face, the man, stumbling from the impact of skull to bell, accidentally tripped and fell off the bell tower to his death.
Well, the townsfolk had heard the beautiful bell, and a small crowd had gathered beneath the bell tower around the man’s body.
Collectively, they said “Who is he Friar? What happened?”
The friar shook his head sadly and said
“I don’t know, but his face rings a bell”
BUT IT ISN’T OVER CAUSE THEY STILL NEED A BELL RINGEE ROUND TWO KIDDOS HERE WE GO!!
So the next morning, when the friar opened the doors in the morning, a man approached him and said “Friar, you don’t know me, but the man who died yesterday was my brother. I’d be honored if you’d let me ring the bell today in his honor.”
The friar nodded and let the new man up the bell tower, handing him the hammer.
With a nightly swing, the man slammed the bell, producing again a high quality ringing tone. Unfortunately, he slipped while off balance and fell off the bell tower too and died.
Again, people were gathered around and they all asked as one “Who is he, Friar, what happened?”
The friar looked at them all in turn and said “I don’t know, but he’s a dead ringer for his brother”
Phony
An air-friar
Jet Propulsion Laboratory
"I think I had a pyroclastic flow in my pants..."
So it's passive salsa then.
Taco Bell Grande
It had to fight a mega-sore-ass
Because their horns don’t blow.
(This was my Dad’s favorite joke ever)
It's not difficult to join, as they have but one rule to ring them all:
Toll keenly.
He was a dead ringer!
But they were chicken .
A liberty bell pepper.
Because their horns don’t work. 🐮
(My kid told me today. I couldn’t help but laugh at its simpleness)
Call me crazy, but “Jinge Bes” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
Because it doesn’t habanero
Now when his dog is happy he can hear:
"Bells on Bob's tail ring!"
…that’s nacho business.
Because the food there gives everyone a bad queso the puns.
They are nacho friends....
I ate when that happened.
Dumbelldore.
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Dung!
I heard this from montey python
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