There was this monastery high up on a hill, and they were looking
for a new bellringer.  So one day there's a knock on the door and in
comes this guy with no arms.  He says, "Hi!  I'm here to apply for the
job as bellringer."

  Of course since he has no arms, the head monk and the chaplain just
kind of look at him funny.   So the chaplain takes the guy into the
back and proceeds to interview him.  He asks "Ummm...not to be too
personal or anything, but don't you think it's going to be a little
hard ringing the bell if you umm.. have no arms?"

  The guy responds, "Please sir, I have a starving wife and kids at
home. You have to give me the job."

  "But what about the bell?"

  "Don't worry, I'll figure out something."

  "Well, it's almost 12:00 noon--you better get up there."

  SO, the guy runs up the spiral steps to the bell tower and waits for
the clock to strike twelve.  When it does, he stands next to the bell
and brings his head way back and proceeds to smash his face against
the bell, immediately spewing teeth and blood all over the tower.

  Quickly, the head monk and the chaplain run up the spiral steps to
the tower.  The head monk stops, looks at the scene, and asks "Who is this guy?"

  "I don't know, but his face rings a bell."

  The next day, there's another knock at the door.  The chaplain
answers it and in walks another person (with no arms) that looks
exactly like the first guy.

  "Weren't you here yesterday?" the chaplain asks.

  "Oh, that was my twin brother.  I'm here to take the job as
bellringer."

  "But...but....but you have no arms!" the chaplain stammers.

  "Please, sir, I've got a starving wife and kids at home You gotta
help me!"

  Thinking about what happened yesterday, the chaplain says, "All
right. But no funny stuff!  Your brother almost got himself killed."

  "Don't worry, I'll figure out something."

  "Well, it's almost 12:00 noon--you better get up there."

  SO, the guy runs up the spiral steps to the bell tower and waits for
the clock to strike twelve.  When it does, he stands way back in the
corner, lowers his head, and charges the bell. Upon crashing into the
bell, his head splits open and he dies instantly.

  Again, the head monk and the chaplain come running up the spiral
stairs to the tower.  The head monk stops, looks around, and says,
"Oh, no . . . now who's this guy?"

  "I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for the guy who was in here
yesterday!"