When the day came around, the monks whose turn it was stood up and said, "I don't like the mash potatoes here, they're too lumpy." And he sat down. A year later, another monk stood up and said, " I rather like the mash potatoes here, they're very tasty." Another year went by it was a third month turn. He stood up and said, "I'm leaving the monastery, I can't stand this constant bickering."
Edit. Month in title should be monk. It was a 2 am joke on a htc. Cheers for reading this far.
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