A ding-dong joke
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So, Quasimodo is swinging through the dark Parisien night, pursued by an angry mob holding torches aloft, armed with pitchforks and sundry kitchen items. As his lead increases, it becomes obvious the crowd will never reach him,and they slow to a standstill. Quasimodo twists his distorted body around to jeer at his pursuers, before swinging into the bell tower atop the cathedral at Notre Dame. He shouldn't have taken is good eye off his trajectory to taunt the mob, as this causes him to miss his landing, and he smashed at high-speed into the bell, alerting all of Paris, and fell to the ground below. Many onlookers hurried to the cathedral steps, where Quasimodo's body lay in a bloody mess. One man approached, and kicked the still-warm form over "Anyone know who this is?" he shouted. A passerby looked across "No" he shouted "but his face rings a bell."
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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So, Quasimodo is swinging through the dark Parisien night, pursued by an angry mob holding torches aloft, armed with pitchforks and sundry kitchen items. As his lead increases, it becomes obvious the crowd will never reach him,and they slow to a standstill. Quasimodo twists his distorted body around to jeer at his pursuers, before swinging into the bell tower atop the cathedral at Notre Dame. He shouldn't have taken is good eye off his trajectory to taunt the mob, as this causes him to miss his landing, and he smashed at high-speed into the bell, alerting all of Paris, and fell to the ground below. Many onlookers hurried to the cathedral steps, where Quasimodo's body lay in a bloody mess. One man approached, and kicked the still-warm form over "Anyone know who this is?" he shouted. A passerby looked across "No" he shouted "but his face rings a bell."
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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So, Quasimodo is swinging through the dark Parisien night, pursued by an angry mob holding torches aloft, armed with pitchforks and sundry kitchen items. As his lead increases, it becomes obvious the crowd will never reach him,and they slow to a standstill. Quasimodo twists his distorted body around to jeer at his pursuers, before swinging into the bell tower atop the cathedral at Notre Dame. He shouldn't have taken is good eye off his trajectory to taunt the mob, as this causes him to miss his landing, and he smashed at high-speed into the bell, alerting all of Paris, and fell to the ground below. Many onlookers hurried to the cathedral steps, where Quasimodo's body lay in a bloody mess. One man approached, and kicked the still-warm form over "Anyone know who this is?" he shouted. A passerby looked across "No" he shouted "but his face rings a bell."
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
The following day, the Bishop decided he had to search for a bell ringer. The first man to turn up said "I am Quasimodo's brother. Please allow me to replace him." The Bishop agreed to give the man a chance to show what he could do as a bell-ringer - but as he stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he clutched at his chest and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the Bishop's cries of grief, rushed in. "What happened. Who is this poor man?" they cried. "I don't know his name," the Bishop said sadly, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
