Wisst ihr woher nachts das Zähneknirschen kommt?

A new young monk arrives at the monastery.

He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of
the church by hand. He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying
from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the
abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error
in the first copy, it would never be picked up. In fact, that error would be
continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The Abbot says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you
make a good point, my son".

So, he goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the
original manuscript is held in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for
hundreds of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.

Eventually the young monk gets worried and goes downstairs to look for him.
He sees him banging his head against the wall. His forehead is all bloody
and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.

The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"

In a choking voice, the old abbot replies,
"The word is celebrate, not celibate!"

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