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In an ancient monastery in a faraway place, a new monk arrived to
join his brothers in copying books and scrolls in the monastery's scriptorium.
He was assigned to be a replicator on copies of books that had already
been copied by hand.
One day, he asked Father Florian (head of the rather ancient
the scriptorium), "Does not the copying by hand of other copies allow
for error? How do we know we are not copying the mistakes of
someone else? Are they ever checked against the original?"

Fr. Florian was taken aback by the observation of this youthful monk.
"A very good point, my son. I will take one of the latest books
down to the vault and compare it against the original."
Fr. Florian went down to the vault and began his verification. After
a day had passed, the monks began to worry and went down looking
for the old priest. They were sure something must have happened.

As they approached the vault, they heard crying. When they opened
the door, they found Fr. Florian sobbing over the new copy and
the original ancient book, both of which were opened before him
on the table. It was obvious to all that the poor man had been
crying his heart out for a long time.
"What is the problem, Reverend Father?" asked one of the monks.
"Oh, my God, my God, "sobbed the Priest, "In the original ancient book
of the sacred rites of priesthood...the word is 'celebrate'. "

Good one. Thanks

[quote="Rolly"]Good one.  Thanks[/quote]


Very glad to know your eyesight improved and hope you're doing well.

I am, thank you.

A man received the following text from his neighbour:

I am so sorry Bob. I've been riddled with guilt and I have to confess. I have been tapping your wife, day and night when you're not around. In fact, more than you. I'm not getting any at home, but that's no excuse. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apology with my promise that it won't happen again.

The man, anguished and betrayed, went into his bedroom, grabbed his gun, and without a word, shot his wife and killed her.

A few moments later, a second text came in:

Damn this autocorrect - I meant "wifi", not "wife".