My favorite joke

Almost everyone has a favorite joke they like to tell. Mine happens to be the same as my father's. He used to tell this one in slightly different form, but I stumbled across it this way on the Internet and decided to post it as is:

There once was a monastery that was very strict. Following a vow of silence, no one was allowed to speak at all. But there was one exception to this rule: Every 10 years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words.

After spending his first 10 years at the monastery, one monk went to the abbot. "It has been 10 years," said the abbot. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Bed... hard..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the abbot.

Ten years later, the monk returned to the abbot's office. "It has been 10 more years," said the abbot. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Food... stinks..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the abbot.

Yet another 10 years passed and the monk once again met with the abbot, who asked, "What are your two words now, after these 10 years?"

"I... quit!" said the monk.

"Well, I can see why," replied the abbot. "All you ever do is complain."

I still laugh when I hear that joke. Every single time. I'm easy that way.