Sunday Phunnies

At Rope's End

A monastery was perched high upon a cliff and the only access to reach
 it was by way of riding in a basket which several monks hauled up to the
 top.

Obviously the ride over the rocky jagged terrain was steep, and in a
 wicker basket it was terrifying to all but the naively fearless.

One visitor, however, got exceedingly nervous. Roughly halfway up he saw
 that the rope by which he was being hauled was rather frayed and
 splitting. Shaking in his boots but unable to move, he frantically asked
 the monk who was seated next to him how often they changed the rope.

Thinking for a moment, the monk answered, "whenever it breaks."