An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman joined a silent order of monks who
had porridge for breakfast every morning. If a monk was really desperate to say
something every three years he was allowed to speak one sentence, so after three
years The Englishman applied for permission to speak. This was granted and he
said with great passion and feeling 'I HATE PORRIDGE!'
After three more years The Scotsman applied for permission to speak and this request
too was granted.
'I HATE PORRIDGE!' shouted The Scotsman. After three more years. The Irishman
applied for permission to speak and after much deliberation his request was granted.
'I'm leaving,' said The Irishman. 'I can't stand this non-stop complaining about